Mad Skills

So, our stringer in DC tells me I need to blog about Obama playing basketball before Wonkette gets its hands on the video. So, here it is: very poor shooting mechanics, lots of tenacious d. I'm not sure what it says about Obama as President, but fortunately for me his aggressive Rovian masterplan to finish no better than second in every primary before Illinois means I don't have to give it much thought.

In addition to his mad skills, Obama has been making news on other fronts. Or rather his wife, Michelle, has, with her Ricki Lake-style zingers. Candidate Obama reported that Michelle has channelled hypersensitive moral majoritarians in decrying the I Got a Crush on Obama Girl for her depraved attempts at tearing Obama family values asunder ("Daddy already has a wife, Ricki!"). And then Drudge brought news that Michelle made a thinly veiled attack on Hilary for--what else--being unable to get Bill to keep it in his pants ("If you can't run your own house, Jerry, how can you run the White House?"). Of course, like all things Drudge, that report was bullshit.

But still if you put yourself out there as the candidate of sea change in American politics, really, you shouldn't be losing your shit at people who actually support you (and give you gobs of free press). I mean you can't be as petty and fake-family-values-oriented as the rest of the lot and still claim to be laying the groundwork for the revolution.