Dear Diary: Golf, glorious golf, there's nothing quite like it! After a week of non-stop campaigning working, I finally was able to arrange a round today at Fort Belvoir with staffers Nicholson, Kent and Plouffe, all of whom can be relied upon to discreetly lag a stroke or two behind the boss and not to query my absence from church. I took my secure cellphone with me on the links, ready to approve any hit on my kill list between strokes. I love to multitask. There were some pop-up thunderstorms around, but no storm would dare risk striking my Majestic self. Talking of dangers, we gave Mitt something to think about today. Rahm publicly told him to stop whining about our election tactics. Behind the scenes he no doubt gave Mitt the Chicago treatment: Nice car-elevator you got there, Mitt, we wouldn't want it anything to happen to it would we?
Moving along: I was told that the head of the British version of the CIA predicts Iran will have a nuke by 2014. With Syria's WMDs already on the move, Bibi must be as jittery as Joe after a double expresso.
After golf and fresh air I am ready for the rigors of another week of fundraising, starting in Cincinnati. Michelle is tucked up and I'm ready for the Presidentopedic myself and for Boo-boo, my blankey who's hiding under my pillow. Barry luv Boo-boo, um-num-num-um...zzzzz...
Moving along: I was told that the head of the British version of the CIA predicts Iran will have a nuke by 2014. With Syria's WMDs already on the move, Bibi must be as jittery as Joe after a double expresso.
After golf and fresh air I am ready for the rigors of another week of fundraising, starting in Cincinnati. Michelle is tucked up and I'm ready for the Presidentopedic myself and for Boo-boo, my blankey who's hiding under my pillow. Barry luv Boo-boo, um-num-num-um...zzzzz...
