Dear Diary: Auugh! The Mittmares are back, returning as the Soft-Handed One continues radically to out-raise my campaign [that slightly awkward sentence was to avoid splitting an infinitive, which is something those with my impressive education try to avoid]. As I was saying, our fundraising is still falling behind Mitt's, in spite of our use of Reid's Rule, which is to accuse a person of being guilty of something thus putting the obligation on that person to prove themselves innocent. A neat trick made even neater by using a proxy like Dingy Harry. I didn't earn my political wings in Chicago for nothing. After the Presidential briefing session this morning I met with Panetta who updated me on Syria and what those crafry Israelis are up to: Bibi has fallen strangely silent since the news that combined Western intelligence agrees that Iran is nearer to an A-bomb than was previously thought. After Panetta, it was back to the really serious business of fundraising, with two events at the W Hotel in DC. I hate the echo of Dubya in the name, but money is money. It's time to slide into the good ole Presidentopedic again and the comforts of my blankey, Boo-boo. Barry luv Boo-boo..um-num-num-um...zzzzz...
