Okay, boyfriend spent entirely too much time up the ass of Obama’s supporters and not nearly enough time up the ass of Republicans, is my thought, but hey, come back here and be our mayor. It’ll be great. You can’t possibly screw it up any more than our spoiled boy king already has, the goddamn George W. Bush of Democratic city politics. Come on back here now that Daley has fixed up the parts of Chicago that Wisconsin and Michigan visit, and maybe we’ll have an Olympics. Ugh.
I was reading Politico this morning against the advice of my better angels and Mike Allen’s Morning Win or whatever the fuck that thing is called was full of stories about what’s on Obama’s iPod and what Obama thinks about Fox and what Ed Gillespie thinks about Obama, and then there wasthis:
Despite criticism that he’s too insular – and too reluctant to venture beyond his comfort zone — Obama feels little pressure to move outside the relatively small group of advisers and ex-campaign staffers who currently surround him in replacing Emanuel, aides say.
Nor is Obama expected to pick a permanent chief of staff until after the November midterms, when the full extent of Democratic losses and GOP gains is fully known.
The full extent. Of what’s already been determined. Meaning it’s over, and fuck it, let’s all go back to bed.
A.