Today Lady M is going to visit some of our soldiers at Landstuhl Medical Center and Ramstein Air Base in Germany on our way home. I love visiting our soldiers because they are sooo easy to reflect well. It’s a nice change of pace, and I’m honored to be here on Veteran’s Day. Especially after last year’s V-Day disaster.
We dropped Big Guy off in Seoul to participate in the G-20, a world-wide economic conference where the U.S. used to matter, but now, like everyone else except China, we just go for the optics:
We’re all glad to get out of Indonesia, and not just because of the volcanic ash. Lady M had some, uh, “issues” that certain unauthorized reporters tried to make into some kind of an international incident.
And I don’t think Big Guy was especially crazy about people remembering and reporting on his childhood days in Indonesia, where everyone knew him as a bad little boy named Barry.
The good news is that Barry was apparently not influenced at all by his Muslim education in his adopted home. It seems he had pretty much charted out his life course by the time he got there:
One time, recalled the elder son, Slamet Januadi, now 52, Mr. Obama asked a group of boys whether they wanted to grow up to be president, a soldier or a businessman. A president would own nothing while a soldier would possess weapons and a businessmen would have money, the young Obama explained.
Mr. Januadi and his younger brother, both of whom later joined the Indonesian military, said they wanted to become soldiers. Another boy, a future banker, said he would become a businessman.
“Then Barry said he would become president and order the soldier to guard him and the businessman to use his money to build him something,” Mr. Januadi said. “We told him, ‘You cheated. You didn’t give us those details.’ ”
That wily Barry! He had figured out how communism could be used to his benefit long before most little boys could even spell it. And he had already assimilated, at a tender age, the benefit of not disclosing the details to the little people. This child was clearly marked for greatness.
Disappointingly though, we didn’t get a chance to meet Big Guy’s nanny who took care of him while he was growing up in Jakarta:
His nanny was an openly gay man who, in keeping with Indonesia’s relaxed attitudes toward homosexuality, carried on an affair with a local butcher, longtime residents said. The nanny later joined a group of transvestites called Fantastic Dolls, who, like the many transvestites who remain fixtures of Jakarta’s streetscape, entertained people by dancing and playing volleyball.
Big Guy recalls him/her fondly as yet another example of the rich diversity of life’s tapestry that his mother exposed him to. It made him the man he is today.
Oh yes, I forgot to mention: his nanny did try to teach young Barry how to dance professionally, but Big Guy had already made up his mind to become President, and have people build things for him.
I’ll be back later with our photo-ops of MO with our brave soldiers in Germany.
UPDATE: You may notice a swarm of new trolls sneaking in under cover of the ether. This is because we got “wonked” yesterday. We are causing quite a stir in Obamaland.
We Are NOT The Ones They've Been Waiting For!
We Are The Ones They’ve Been Afraid Of!