Maybe it’s because I’m so influential in the blogosphere (no matter what Tabitha Hale says). Or maybe it’s because I signed up for an e-mail news alert while I was covering the 2008 campaign. Either way, I think you’ll agree that it’s pretty nice of President Obama to take time from his busy schedule to send me this e-mail personally inviting me to dinner:
Robert —
A few Thursdays ago, I had dinner with four Americans named Ken, Casey, Juanita, and Wendi — the winners of the campaign’s first Dinner with Barack contest.
I loved getting to know each of them.
We’re taking names for the next dinner starting now, and this time I want to add a new feature: If you win, you can bring a guest.
Chip in $3 or more today to be automatically entered to win a spot for you and a guest at the next dinner.
The folks who this election is all about tend to fall under the radar of the D.C. pundits and traditional news media.
They’re people like Juanita, who helped put her three sons through college on a teacher’s salary while saving what she could for retirement.
Like Ken, a single dad who stood by his mother as she fought insurance companies while battling two forms of cancer.
They’re like Casey, whose three young kids may not yet appreciate what courage it took for their dad to take a chance and start his own business.
And Wendi, an artist and third-generation teacher who canvassed, marched, and phone banked in Indiana in 2008, the year her home state defied the traditional electoral map.
These people weren’t just there for themselves — they were representing you, this movement, and the folks I go to work for every day as president.
These dinners are important to me because I want to spend time whenever I can with the people who sent me here. They’re proving wrong the conventional wisdom that says campaigns should cater to Washington lobbyists and powerful interests. And they’re an important reminder that this movement — and my presidency — have never just been about me.
I’m proud that we’re choosing to run the kind of campaign where a dinner like this isn’t just possible, it’s a regular thing. And next time, I don’t just want to meet you — I want to meet someone else in your life.
Donate $3 or more, and start thinking about who you’ll invite to dinner:
https://donate.barackobama.com/Dinner
Thanks for being part of this,
Barack
Isn’t that special? Unfortunately, I don’t have $3 to spare today, but if readers will hit my tip jar, I promise not to donate it to Obama. Because I wouldn’t want to end up like some other Obama donors:
Former Obama fundraiser sentenced
Yeah Bad things happen in proximity to political disaster. As opposed to the good things that happen to people who hit my tip jar or shop our special Amazon “Black Friday Deals Week” sale: You get amazing bargains, I get a commission on each sale, and none of us gives a dime to Obama. What a deal!
UPDATE: A genuinely troubling thought:
In honor of today’s date and his new novel “11/22/63”, we turn our attention herein to a particularly disturbing case in point — Stephen King. Disturbing because in recent years, King has regressed from being a respectful liberal — to the extent that’s not an oxymoron — to a leading purveyor of the tin foil hat brigade.
His latest spate of books features an army of right-wing caricatures so over the top, they could have been penned by Howard Dean. YEARRGH!! In interviews for 11/22/63, King draws parallels between conservative “real hate and obstructionism” of President Obama and the assassination of JFK. Which sounds almost plausible … well, until you consider that Lee Harvey Oswald was a communist sympathizing leftist. But putting that aside, it’s like the same thing, right?
I’m thinking about publishing an open letter to the National Association of Rifle-Wielding Psychotic Extremists, urging them to save their ammo. The last thing we need is Chris Matthews tearfully re-living his leg tingles as he gushes with “Camelot” comparisons. Please, kooks and crackpots, I beg you to spare us such a calamity.



