At last, an American president I can deal with! World Socialism has finally fought through to the White House in the form of a blackish Arab man who really gets the crowds excited. I have not seen such adoring fervor from a propaganda arm since Father was alive -- not that I am bitter about that. I am more laid back than the Kim Supreme. And more laid if I may say so modestly. All the gushing from KCNA does not move me.
Oh, where was I? Barack Hussein Obama. What a cipher. My Overseas Bureau Research Section has dug up next to nothing on his government record. I had the Director thrown in chains. (Maybe he can find coal better than find political intelligence nuggets.)
Sure, a secret land deal here, association with revolutionaries there. Bah! He probably was not even born in America. What a breath of fresh air! The masses will carry him to power and, at last, a brother socialist can deal with me as a near equal (he is not Korean, after all). I hope I can meet him before he summits with Ahmadinajad... a tongue bath is not so enjoyable when you know where the tongue has been!
One thing puzzles me about all the Obama Guevera imagery... who the hell has this man killed? Sure, there is a trail dead bodies behind the Clinton duo, but who has this mystery man rubbed out? You can not have a revolution without breaking a few heads. Perhaps the blood will flow after he takes over the Oval Office. The masses must see his potential; can see the severed heads of capitalist robber barons adorning the White House fence. That would be an awesome time for my first State Visit to Washington.
This one I do not understand.