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6/26/13

Barack Obama's Diary: Into Darkest Dakar

Dear Diary: I am writing this at my desk aboard Air Force One somewhere over the eastern Atlantic. Michelle insisted on bringing her mother, her niece Leslie as well as Sasha and Malia, to Senegal and onwards to South Africa.  I spent a couple  hours watching Storage Wars episodes that my trip director  Marv Nicholson recorded for me to watch on the long journey.  Halfway through an episode in which Barry Weiss disguises himself as an old lady, my telephone rang. "John Kerry is that you?" a thickly-accented voice said. "No," I said," It's  Obama speaking...Vlad...Is that you?"
"Barack? Sorry, wrong number. I was trying to contact Lurch. But it seems that your NSA guys mistakenly transferred me to this number.  I wanted to tell Lurch that Snowden geek of yours is still at the airport, singing like a canary to the KGB... Bwaaah-ha-ha-ha!  I see the Supremes have found in favor of your Bath-house friends  getting married, Barack.  Take care...Bye."
Well, as you can imagine, that did not leave me in a benevolent mood. The 747 shuddered as the pilot deployed the air-brakes and we started our descent into Dakar. But enough about me.