A new, erotic novel being described as “fan fiction,” which features the first couple as protagonists in chief, is now on sale.
Surely American literature has reached new heights with the publication of GuestHouse Games, in which Barack and Michelle Obama, “alone in their isolated beachfront guesthouse in the tropical paradise of Kailua, Hawaii,” are “drawn into the ancient Hawaiian spiritual world and into the exploration of their own deepest and most forbidden desires.”
As Dr. Strangelove’s Soviet Ambassador de Sadesky would say, their source was the New York Times, right around this time four years ago:
The other night I dreamt of Barack Obama. He was taking a shower right when I needed to get into the bathroom to shave my legs, and then he was being yelled at by my husband, Max, for smoking in the house. It was not clear whether Max was feeling protective of the president’s health or jealous because of the cigarette.
Judith Warner, an early entrant into the Small Dead Animals’ blog’s overflowing file of “Take Me, Obama” moments from the MSM, explained why she was willing to admit her fantasies in public:
“This is the first president I’ve known who looks, talks and acts like a peer,” is how one Washington man explained it to me. “Notwithstanding his somewhat exotic life story, I feel like I understand what he’s like and where he’s coming from. And despite his incredible achievements, he still seems like a lot of people I know. If you stopped the clock in 2004, in fact, or maybe a couple of years earlier, he’d feel roughly like a peer in terms of accomplishments, too.
As I wrote at the time, “Which means that if he had an (R) after his name instead of a (D) that Washington man would be calling him grossly unqualified for the White House, instead of admiring his rapid rise to power and vapid, chameleonic style.”
And that dovetails well into another moment of Deja Barry from 2009, this one merely PG-13 rated. After we’ve all smoked a cigarette and caught our breath, click to the next page.