Look at the expression on his face, the half-closed eyes, and the higher-than-thou nose in the air pose. I've got a very good idea exactly what this America-hating traitor is thinking to himself:
Piece of cake. Draw a few boxes, hint at the relationships, but don't make yourself very clear. Keep them guessing. Let them think the problem is so complex their little minds can't wrap around it. That way they need to come back to me for guidance. But the theory is all B.S. anyway.
You're at the top of your game, Barack, and you know it. Go ahead, mystify them with your magic chalk and high pitched voice that echoes across the room. Gee, when my back is turned to them, I can actually chuckle at their stupidity. Great. Never thought of that before. Then I can turn around, talk loud and show that fake stern face of authority. Moses and Satan could only wished they had the power I have over these dumbies.
Betcha all the bitter whiteys in the audience never attended a lecture given by a smart-looking and intelligent African American like me. I intimidate them because I'm tall and black and know how to command attention. Yeah, the ghetto pimps taught me a lot. Now I can even make the Harvard professors cow tow to the radiance of my magnificent face and pose. Imagine that Brooks guy from the NY Times marveling at the perfect crease in my pants. Yeah, he got it. I'm the black JFK. Time to bow at my feet you worthless and cowardly reporters.
Controlling people and projecting power over them is the greatest thrill in the world. It's funny, my pot-smoking roommates at Columbia never thought I'd get this far. I even flunked all my classes, but the fools just had to give me a degree. They knew full well if they didn't I'd play the old 'you're a racist' card on them. Simple. Effective.
Hey, whatever happened to those pot head buddies of mine anyway? Ha! I spent 40 years on this planet and nobody still knows anything about me! They don't know who my friends were, what I did in college. Where I was born. Nobody knows squat. Bill Ayers taught me a thing or two. You keep people quiet or your rub them out. Pretty soon people are afraid to talk. The NSA and IRS probes of the media also proved a very effective strategy. Got to thank Bill and Hillary for their lessons on lying, lying and lying till opponents plain give up.
In this life, you don't need knowledge or experience. It's all about the image and power you project. Who needs to pay attention to details? Leave that stuff to the knuckle draggers and Trumps. When George Soros and the Wall Streets boys secretly back you with cash and muscle, there ain't nothing you can't do. Just point at people and tell them to jump. Ha, ha, ha.
Hey, enough of training these losers. Go ahead and turn around now, Barack, and take in the applause and see those glittering eyes of praise and awe. These idiots bore me."