Do you fear Obama?

[Arcadia]

my 9:30 pm vision let me first read also "for" somewhere :... no, I guess that list doesn´t represent me.

yeah, if the option were lemon-pie vs tiramisu I would have it difficult..!

[stilltrucking]

The Republicans are slick, they put a black face on the head of their party so nobody can accuse them of being racists. No lemon pie on the list also no option for "I fear Obama because he is a n*gger"

Sorry to go off on a tangent.


Meanwhile back in Afghanistan; Diem is still in charge.

One two three four what are we fighting for, I don't give a dam, next stop Vietnam.

I just hope Obama is even half the man I think he is.

[mtmynd]

I love lemon meringue pie... but I rarely have a piece anymore. Tiramisu is fantastic. And I make the best apple pie I've ever eaten.

I wonder what kinda pie Obama likes? The past two Thanksgiving's Soo has made dynamite sweet potato pies. Maybe Obama would like to have piece, eh? Or even some apple pie... that would be cool.

[stilltrucking]

Not exactly relevant but I thought you might like to see this.

The black binder arrived at the White House residence just before 8 p.m., and President Obama took it upstairs to begin his nightly reading. The briefing book was dated Jan. 8, 2010, but it looked like the same package delivered every night, with printouts of speeches, policy recommendations and scheduling notes. Near the back was a purple folder, which Obama often flips to first.

"MEMORANDUM TO THE PRESIDENT," read a sheet clipped to the folder. "Per your request, we have attached 10 pieces of unvetted correspondence addressed to you."

"Dear Mr. President," the letter began...


For a look outside presidential bubble, Obama reads 10 personal letters each day

Here's a sample of letters sent to the president from the American people and his responses.

Oh yes, Sweet Potato Pie
Always liked this song. But of course the Dixiecrats are now Republicans since Nixon's southern strategy worked so well.

<center>Song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
There ain't nobody looking back again

Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch
We all picked the cotton but we never got rich
Daddy was a veteran, a southern democrat
They oughta get a rich man to vote like that

Sing it...

Chorus

Well somebody told us Wall Street fell
But we were so poor that we couldn't tell
Cotton was short and the weeds were tall
But Mr. Roosevelt's a gonna save us all

Well momma got sick and daddy got down
The county got the farm and they moved to town
Pappa got a job with the TVA
He bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet </center>