I happened on this Vanity Fair piece wondering aloud how it can possibly be that their demigod could possibly be the uber-competent, super-genius organizer of people that he is (Right? He is, right? Right? *sniff* I’m skeerd. Hold me!) while being, as it is now clear for all the world to see, held in near-total isolation.
There, there now. Let me explain it for you.
Barack Obama remains in near-total isolation, never really engaging anyone outside of maybe half-a-dozen to a dozen people inside the West Wing, bluffing his way through pressers and being held safely away from congressional leadership and even his top-tier donors behind velvet ropes, because Barack Obama is dumber than a box of hair, a drug addict, and a sodomite, and CAN’T engage people without blowing his cover.
Barack Obama the man, or whatever his name is, spends much of his time locked in the study above the Oval Office. In that study he watches ESPN, does drugs, and is sexually serviced by male concubines. Barack Obama also does not “golf”, unless the word “golf” is the new jive-talk slang for being fellated by a male concubine while smoking crack in the backseat of the presedential limo in the parking lot of the East Course at Joint Base Andrews. If that is what “golf” now means, then yes, Barack Obama sure as hell plays a lot of “golf”.