Barack Obama's Diary: Fright night

Dear Diary: When delivering remarks on Trayvon Martin today, I  couldn't resist  saying that he could have been me when I was young.  He wasn't at an exclusive private school in Nairobi, Oahu, of course, but  you get my drift. People have been taking me to task for saying-- ages ago-- that under Obamacare you could keep your doctor and your health policy. Well, that turns out not to be entirely correct, but what difference, at this point, does it make? What I probably  should have said was you may  be able to keep them. People are so pedantic.
Last night I had the strangest dream. I was walking through a gated community in Florida when a man leaped out of the shadows and grabbed my arm. It was none  other than  Mitt Romney. He wanted to taunt me about Detroit going belly-up after 50 years of Democrat rule. I yelled: "Unhand, me you creepy-ass cracka," and woke up trembling.  I pulled my faithful blankie from under my pillow. I felt secure again as I rubbed his satin edge against my cheek, and sucked my thumb. " There, there, Barry," said Michelle, "Blankie make it all better." But enough about me.