Barack Obama's Diary: 'Oh, what a clever boy am I'

This has been one of  those days when I indulge myself  in a session in front of a mirror, smiling at myself in a sly, self-congratulatory way. What I have achieved is to put some 500 more boots on the ground in Iraq, under the guise of "trainers" of Iraqi troops. Of course, the training consists  of bird-shot  shells fired at Iraqi butts when they begin to break ranks in the face of ISIL. This discourages further panic and even a full Iraqi retreat. With a modicum of luck I can get a couple thousand more US "trainers" over there without Congress even noticing.