Obama's 2011 Christmas Vacation

Hey, Mich, everything packed. Don't forget your bikini. The leis will be delivered on arrival.

Set to go, baby B.

Good.  Forget those nasty righties who noted that we don't always choose our vacation sites with the utmost sensitivity.

What do you mean, honey lamb?

Well, some thought that going north when all our country's problems were in the south was a mistake. And now they're saying that we're turning our ample backsides on cherished American customs associated with Christmas and cold weather. You know, like, snow.

Oh, fuck 'em.

I'm doing my best, sweet cheeks.

And you're totally caught up on the country's business? You know, I had to make some pretty jingoistic remarks the other day with the troops. They didn't seem to remember how recently it was that I said that I was proud to be an American.

Oh yeah, honey, we're totally cool. The House is in session, the Senate has blown town, both sides are claiming to do my bidding—whatever that is--and AF#1 is revving up.

Oh goodie. Aloha, here we come.

I understanding that alohasurf, a contributor to Salon.com, will be on the runway welcoming us.

But honey, what about this "conferencing" stuff?

Forget it, that's as old fashioned as the rotary phone.

Well, as long as you're happy.

I sealed the deal this afternoon by linking military service with passing the Senate bill.

What has one got to do with the other?

Nothing.  It's called politicoptics. We got a lot of good press at Ft. Bragg, and I'm going to brag about it and squeeze it for all it's worth.

Oh, honey, you're so clever.

You think?