Well, I don't. I might have nightmares at some point with Obama being the biggest reason but I'm not dreaming of the man.
Many glassy-eyed liberals are though. Just read Judith Warner:
As we all know, in journalism, two anecdotes are just one short of a national trend. I figured that my friend and I couldn’t possibly be the only ones dreaming, brooding or otherwise obsessing about the Obamas. Were other people, I wondered, being possessed by our new first family?
I launched an e-mail inquiry. And learned that they were. Often, in strikingly similar ways.
Many women — not too surprisingly — were dreaming about sex with the president. In these dreams, the women replaced Michelle with greater or lesser guilt or, in the case of a 62-year-old woman in North Florida, whose dream was reported to me by her daughter, found a fully above-board solution: “Michelle had divorced Barack because he had become ‘too much of a star.’ He then married my mother, who was oh so proud to be the first lady,” the daughter wrote me.
There was some daydreaming too, much of it a collective fantasy about the still-hot Obama marriage. “Barack and Michelle Obama look like they have sex. They look like they like having sex,” a Los Angeles woman wrote to me, summing up the comments of many. “Often. With each other. These days when the sexless marriage is such a big celebrity in America (and when first couples are icons of rigid propriety), that’s one interesting mental drama.”
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Another Washington woman, a global health care consultant, expressed her sense of Obama-inadequacy in a dream: “I dreamed I was an Obama girl. I had a chance to be in the same room with him for the first time. There were dark velvet chairs and he was standing there with all this dark and mist around him. His lips so purple and sensuous as if to be otherworldly,” she wrote to me. “I moved gently toward him and then I said the wrong thing. Obama tamped it down like some vapor that didn’t register. He wasn’t even flattered.”
(“Like a lot of folks, I have anxiety about being outside of the Obama administration universe right now,” she then explained to me. “Even though I was at the ‘it’ ball of inauguration balls, I still felt like other balls were greener, or more purple, or with credentials completely out of my control — more young. I really feel like I’m scrambling internally … to deserve Obama cred and all I’ve got is this over-my-head wonder for the man that amounts to being an Obama girl.”)
There's more of this retch-producing bilge at the link.
Just as a thermometer measures temperature, this article is measuring the idiocy running rampant in this country and the measurement is plain. It's clearly idiotic out there.
Never mind the incompetence we've seen in less than a month in picking cabinet members. Never mind the actions being taken that are emboldening terrorists across the globe. Never mind that the man is pushing an economic stifle-us bill that even the Democratically controlled Congressional Budget Office is panning. Never mind that the new era of responsibility has proven to be a farce. Never mind that more of the world's babies will be killed in their mother's wombs by a stroke of this man's pen.
Instead, dream of Obama in your shower, in your bed or in your loins. Or hell, hit the Obama-fecta and dream of all three.
Truly incredible.
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