The more I look at those photos, the more I can easily imagine a conversation at some DNC safehouse, where Barry says “I’d be glad to be your nominee, but let’s get one thing straight, I have no idea how to run the government.”, and Nancy Pelosi leans over the table, illuminated by a hanging bare lightbulb, and says “Don’t you worry sweetie, we got that part covered. You just look good for the camera and play golf.”. And Obama says “Sweet. I can still move Michele’s relatives in right?”
You kind of got a point here.
Except the conversation didn’t happen in a DNC safehouse.
It happened in hell.