Ever notice how bammy sits? Always laid back like he’s the coolest clown in the show.
He’s all about appearances. He’s 2D and flat out paper thin, like the cover of the Rolling Stone. People get wrapped up in Obama and he takes it as a gift subscription to himself. The pretension in the airs he puts on is as borrowed as his radical leftist Starman underwear collection, and as thick and runny as a huge blob of lukewarm pine tar. He thinks he’s a real wise man but no guru is he, and his knack for making delusions of grandeur seem valid has been greatly enhanced since his immaculation. However, he and his image now appear to be curing fast to his substrate, and it’s become the flaky dried out wet paper bag he doesn’t seem to have the courage to fight himself out of.