Author reveals Obama love letters

The Hill ^ | May 2, 2012 | Johnathan Easley

[Jedidah]

In a new book called Barack Obama: The Story, author David Maraniss publishes diary entries and correspondence between the president, then in his early 20s, and two ex-girlfriends, providing new insight into Obama’s life in New York City while at Columbia University.

[philman_36]

Pic of Genevieve Cook here...@Ex-girlfriend Genevieve Cook’s journal featured in new Obama biography

And here...@Old Obama Girlfriends Revealed in New Obama Book — With Excerpts From His Love Letters

[LucyT]

[bgill]

Yeah, it’s getting difficult to keep up with all the books out about Dear Leader. I’ve lost count several liEbros ago.

[Brown Deer]

The Poetry of Barack Obama

Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken
 In, sprinkled with ashes
 Pop switches channels, takes another
 Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks
 What to do with me, a green young man
 Who fails to consider the 
Flim and flam of the world, since
 Things have been easy for me; 
I stare hard at his face, a stare
 That deflects off his brow; 
I’m sure he’s unaware of his
 Dark, watery eyes, that
 Glance in different directions,
 And his slow, unwelcome twitches,
 Fail to pass.
 I listen, nod,
 Listen, open, till I cling to his pale, 
Beige T-shirt, yelling,
 Yelling in his ears, that hang
 With heavy lobes, but he’s still telling
 His joke, so I ask why
 He’s so unhappy, to which he replies...
 But I don’t care anymore, cause
 He took too damn long, and from
 Under my seat, I pull out the 
Mirror I’ve been saving; I’m laughing, 
Laughing loud, the blood rushing from his face
 To mine, as he grows small,
 A spot in my brain, something
 That may be squeezed out, like a 
Watermelon seed between
 Two fingers.
 Pop takes another shot, neat,
 Points out the same amber
 Stain on his shorts that I’ve got on mine, and
 Makes me smell his smell, coming
 From me; he switches channels, recites an old poem
 He wrote before his mother died,
 Stands, shouts, and asks
 For a hug, as I shrink, my 
Arms barely reaching around
 His thick, oily neck, and his broad back; ’cause
 I see my face, framed within
 Pop’s black-framed glasses
 And know he’s laughing too.

[philman_36]

Call the Allstate agent! He got rear ended!

[philman_36]

I was just getting away from this thread about the EPA and a report on fracking so I was half present anyway from information overload.

[Brown Deer]

lol

[ETL]

how Bill's feelings must have been hurt when he considered Hussein a family friend only to be stabbed in the back when Hussein blew him off as just some guy in the neighborhood.

Naah, Ayers, Wright and others Obama publicly distanced himself from understand that it was just something he needed to do at the time.