shhh.. 2 minute warning before O enters the room..

..and as I look around I see many stern, somber faces, looking around at each other.  It looks like everyone knows their place and station in this revered ritual.  It’s the kind of ambiance saved for the Pope before communion.  There’s no sound in the room – other than heart beats and divine thoughts of  “..be still my beating heart.”  The Chosen (Guardians of the room?  announcer of the Coming?)  are lined up looking down on the audience, hands together in front, an air of importance waifs through the area.  Suddenly in this soundless room a voice announces, ‘..2 minutes before the program starts.’  I can’t remember a more austere moment in time when such a heavy feeling of reverence.. well.. maybe when I read, “He wept”  in the Bible.  I can only assume everyone was standing when it was announced that  He-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed entered the room because when his Wholly Named spoke, He declared, “Please sit down.”

I have to stop this blow-by-blow minute-by-minute accounting of His Great Words (okay, I concede; …as Teleprompter wrote) because I’m entering auto-entrancement and I’m getting woozy and a little light-headed as I stare at His Head moving back and forth like a pendulum…  so…..baaaaaaaaaaaaah byyyyyyyyyeeeeeee…..for….n….owwwwwwww.  (My Inner Child whines “Don’t go all wobbly on me now..!”)

‘This isn’t about me’: Obama blasts..

Don’t get your panties in a twist there, Mr. P; we know it’s not about you because if it were, we’d be seeing your face every other day on some or other presser lecturing the American people – and the world I might add – and we don’t see your face on the front of every newspaper, magazine, TV station, or small town paper.   We’d also be seeing a lot of bills and legislation going on in Congress, too, if it were truly all about you, Sir!   See, if it were all about you, you’d be harassing our Congress to do things “yesterday” because of their importance.   Also, we Americans know you can’t be in 2 places as once, so if you’re on camera, then that would mean your czars are running the show exclusively because you’d be doing your daily TV show, traveling overseas, running up exorbitant hotel bills, or shopping for gifts to honor world leaders.  So, no, Mr. P., we definitely don’t think it’s all about you!
(/sarcasm)

Quite frankly, Sir, it’s all about me!

IS NOT!

IS NOT!

I’M HOT!

YOU’RE NOT!