Obamarama
It turns out that the mysterious cipher that is my father is a member of the Chicago Council on Foreign Relations. Who knew? Anyway, this means that he got wind of today’s CCFR event – a speech on Iraq from Barack Obama. And tickets. So, last week he tells us that we are going to some “fancy dress” lunch on Tuesday. Weirdly, I said to my mother at the time, “I bet we’re going to hear Barack Obama speak or something.” I may have psychic abilities. I am reading your mind.
So, we walk into the ballroom, and as I’m trying to keep my mother from sitting in the Reserved section, I see Bruce, our neighbor and cameraman for CNN. So we sit next to the Press section, which was rather noisy, but also auspicious because he got me a copy of Obama’s speech. Very cool.
Coming back from the ladies’ room, I bumped into some guy and we started talking. Asked me what I did for a living, etc. and he is either offering me a job at some Chicago think tank or is just a sketchy old man to whom I’ve given my email and phone number. Isn’t that horrible that at least part of me (most) has to assume that older successful men just want to get in the pants of young women? What a nice comment on our society.
Barack Obama is amazing. He called on Bush to publicly admit that there were mistakes made and apologize for them. He also laid out a six-point plan to get us out of Iraq, and told both sides to take the politics out of the debate. Please, for the love of all that is holy, don’t let him be banging an intern, engaging in unsavory business practices, or receiving illegal campaign contributions.
Thanks, Dad. That was amazing.
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