Blessed by his Thereness.
The Obama loving media knows that the public resents it for not digging deep into Barack Obama’s past the last go around. So, this is how it plans to engage our attention and push the President’s likeability in 2012. Deep throat level reporting?
Seems Barack’s old girlfriend has turned up. At such a timely time! And now we get to enjoy more insight into Barack’s soul searching for relevance, courtesy of his old girlfriend’s journal. Here’s an excerpt from Vanity Fair magazine’s June 2012 issue:
Sunday, January 22, 1984
What a startling person Barack is—so strange to voice intimations of my own perceptions—have them heard, responded to so on the sleeve. A sadness, in a way, that we are both so questioning that original bliss is dissipated—but feels really good not to be faltering behind some façade—to not feel that doubt must be silenced and transmuted into distance.
Thursday, January 26
How is he so old already, at the age of 22? I have to recognize (despite play of wry and mocking smile on lips) that I find his thereness very threatening…. Distance, distance, distance, and wariness.
Sunday, February 19
Despite Barack’s having talked of drawing a circle around the tender in him—protecting the ability to feel innocence and springborn—I think he also fights against showing it to others, to me. I really like him more and more—he may worry about posturing and void inside but he is a brimming and integrated character.
Today, for the first time, Barack sat on the edge of the bed—dressed—blue jeans and luscious ladies on his chest [a comfy T-shirt depicting buxom women], the end of the front section of the Sunday Times in his hand, looking out the window, and the quality of light reflected from his eyes, windows of the soul, heart, and mind, was so clear, so unmasked, his eyes narrower than he usually holds them looking out the window, usually too aware of me.
I ask this serious question, though. How many of you kept a journal during your college years? I like writing and spiritual, philosophical navel gazing as much as the next person, but seriously. I was too busy studying, engaging in campus activities and holding down a waitress job to keep up a personal diary. And what a diary it is – complete with beautiful letters that Barack wrote during their courtship! Such beautiful prose that never seems to turn up when Barack is courting his teleprompter.
If a birth certificate can be forged…