Daily chuckle

A leftist wonders "Am I the last person in America who still adores President Obama?"

But when I see Obama on television, I'm unfailingly struck by his intelligence and charisma, by his easygoing humor, by the magnificence of his megawatt smile.

I like his mind-bendingly multicultural extended family. I like that in a campaign interview in Glamour magazine, he could fluently and unabashedly talk about Pap smears. I thought that the beer summit of 2009 was delightful. I was even excited when Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize, not realizing until pundits explained otherwise that I was supposed to be aghast at its prematurity.

I found this at Ace (Maetenloch) who comments:

At this point the only way I think she could be happier is if Obama started sparkling in daylight and carried her away into the forest. And that’s not all:

At this point, I love Obama so much that I recently thought if it were 1961, I'd probably display a bust of him in my living room. Then I realized I'm already displaying the 2010 equivalent: On my living room wall, I have a framed version of that famous November 2008 New Yorker cover of the O moon over the Lincoln Memorial.

Maetenloch concludes:

Oh I shall so relish Sittenfeld’s tears on November 3rd. I think they will go well with some champagne and fava beans.

Personally I prefer caviar with my champagne but I may have to first take a dose of antacid to get rid of the after-taste of a slight upchuck after reading that.