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To: LindyBill who wrote (307231)	5/27/2009 3:56:20 PM
From: Bill	1 Recommendation Respond to of 793838

"Che" Love it.

To: LindyBill who wrote (307231)	5/29/2009 5:34:41 PM
From: Brian Sullivan	2 Recommendations Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 793838

Great satire on Obama in latest Vanity Fair (June'09 page 94). Here is Monday and Thursday: 'Breakfast with Barack Obama MONDAY - These cornflakes are real and they are everywhere. And I tell you this, Michelle, I say. The packet may have been shaken, but the flakes will recover. So it is with profound gratitude and great humility that I accept my breakfast cornflakes. Michelle asks, Do I want milk? And to that I say this. Our milk will come. Our milk will flow, and it will flow true. Our milk will flow smooth, and it will flow well chilled. But our milk will not flow if it is not poured. So let me promise you this, Michelle. That milk will not pour itself over your flakes or my flakes. That milk will not pour itself over the flakes of the poor or the flakes of the rich, the flakes of the needy or the flakes of those folks who spend their lives in comfort. No, Michelle. To be poured, and-if the need has it-re-poured, the jug in which that milk dwells must first be lifted by ourselves. ... THURSDAY - This morning, I say to my wife and my girls, the waffles we face are real. They will not go away. Cornmeal waffles, buckwheat waffles, pumpkin waffles, chicken 'n' waffles. The waffles we face are serious and manifold. In my life, I tell Sasha and Malia, I have learned that there are three ways to eat a waffle. With a spoon. With a fork. Or with a spoon and a fork. I put the choices before them. You may eat your waffle with a spoon. Or you may eat your waffle with a fork. Or-and this is the choice awaiting you, and that shall one day await us all-you may prefer to eat your waffle with, yes, both a spoon and a fork. So which is it to be? I pause, and look up from my breakfast podium. The girls are already halfway through eating their waffles. With their hands. We could not wait for you to finish, Daddy, they say. drydenlane.blogspot.com from