Sob, boo-hoo, snarf! I have been watching Michelle on TV at the convention and growing misty-eyed. Even for someone as uniquely gifted and modest as I am, it was deeply moving. My queen! Sob! I need a Kleenex. Snark. Oops, here comes the White house photographer for a photo-op. Time to snare the reluctant girls and hold them down firmly either side of me on the the sofa. Only a day to go now before my coronation nomination. Think what I hath wrought in four short years and what wonders I could achieve with four more. King Barack, your finest hours are yet to come!
