BARACK OBAMA POST-CHAMPIONSHIP PHOTO ESSAY

It was an inspiring day for everyone as I went to bed at 11:30, having a sixth sense wherein I can predict news and can imagine every possible human encounter without needing to actually experience it. In this way, I can stay in my home and order everything from PinkDot and HomeGrocer, while staying up-to-date (without going on any) vis-a-vis websites that I collect.

Here:

CELEBRATION FROM AROUND THE WORLD

It is a beautiful day as Pakistani children make a snack out of a cardboard Obama.

The festivities continue as some fun Kenyan ladies do the wave.

And soldiers in Afghanistan take rotating shifts on television-watch duties.

LOVERS IN LOVE

What makes marriage work? "A sense of humor, listening, and 'never get so mad you forget why you love them.'" Advice for everyone, really, including pets.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun...and yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare as any she belied with false compare. -- W. Shakepeas

More realistically, Barack is wishing that the microphone was a popsicle, in which case he would probably eat it because popsicles are pretty good.

"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee." -- Muhammad Ali

"Give me some dap." -- Kevin, Lincoln Middle School Parks & Rec.

Their bodies form the shape of a heart.

Bringing people together non-sexually as well. Also without discrimination as to how individuals choose to clothe themselves (i.e. sophisticated elderwoman in salmon-roe colored skirt suit.) Michelle clasps hands as Barack waves to people he's recently emailed/text messaged. His thumbs must be tired!

And inspiring Oprah, looking as powerful as mitochondria in a canary yellow throw.  See Oprah this week on 30 Rock.

As the campaign unfolds, we will be sure to constantly look at the internet and cut and paste photographs from other websites onto this page. In the meantime, check out Beyonce's new music video to "If I Were A Boy." It's not as exciting as it sounds because Beyonce does not actually wish she were a boy. Instead of worrying, let the music video tell you a story. "Wow," you'll say. "What if I or even Beyonce were a boy?"

GUEST BLOG: DINOS GALORE SHARES SCHOOL ASSIGNMENT

QUESTION: WHAT IS THE NATURE OF THE GHOST? WHAT IS YOUR OWN EXPERIENCE WITH THE SUPERNATURAL? HOW DOES THAT AFFECT YOUR READING?

I do believe in ghosts and aliens. It is taken as a joke today in society, which in my opinion is awful. I used to be skeptical about aliens, but after watching many shows on the history channel and the discovery channel, it changed my opinion greatly. Many astronauts and former navy/army members have come out publicly and let the public know that the government is trying to hide the truth. That to me is one of the worst parts about it. I don't understand why they need to keep it as top secret information.  I think that they should let the public know what is out there. Maybe they don't need to show all their evidence, just letting the public know the truth. 

I personally have never had experience with aliens, but I hope to someday. I find the topic very interesting. I do find it very strange to think that there are others out there in the universe. I do believe in ghosts as well, but not as much as aliens. I think that sometimes there are ghosts when I hear things or see something move without anyone being there. Ghosts to me, is somewhat of a fantasy type thing. More unrealistic than aliens. This affects my reading because I can't take it serious with the ghost being in the story. I just think that ghosts are somewhat of a made up thing, unlike aliens. 

THANK YOU DINOS GALORE FOR SHARING YOUR EDUCATIONAL ASSIGNMENTS WITH US! WE (THE INTERNET) LOOK FORWARD TO FUTURE COLLABORATIONS!!

RAP THE VOTE (LIKE ROCK THE VOTE, ONLY WITH RAP)

I ALSO GOT A TEXT MESSAGE FROM BARACK OBAMA AND AN EMAIL FROM JOE BIDEN. AND I SAW A DACHSHUND THAT LOOKED LIKE A WEIMERAMER.

DEAR READERS, (MY MOM MY DAD (WHEN I EMAIL THEM THIS LINK)AND PEOPLE WHO ACCIDENTLY SEE THIS PAGE),

THE REASON I HAVEN'T BEEN BLOGGING LATELY IS BECAUSE WHO CARES. YOU CAN GET YOUR NEWS SOMEWHERE ELSE. I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER WHY I STARTED A BLOG. MAYBE IT WAS TO POST PICTURES OF MYSELF, BUT I HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN DOING THAT. 

WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING THEN, LOYAL READER, I ASK MYSELF? 

1) I BOUGHT A BED. 

2) I TOOK APART A BED.

3) I GOT INTO BED.

4) I STAYED IN BED.

5) I ATE A SNACK, PROBABLY MADE OF DESSERT.

I BOUGHT A MICROPHONE, A BACKPACK, AN IPOD, A TABLE, TWO CHAIRS, I FOUND A BOOKSHELF, I BROKE A DESK AND THEN MADE IT WORK, I RAISED THE PRICE, I THREW UP, I ALMOST SUFFOCATED FROM BEING UNCONSCIOUS WITH A HEADACHE, I GOT THE MAN TO PUT IN A FIRE ALARM, I COOKED, AND ALL THE MEANWHILE MILKY MY STUFFED WHITE BEAR READ TO ME FROM HIS OWN BLOG, RENDERING MY NEED TO WRITE MY OWN NOT NECESSARY. THEN I GOT HOLES IN MY BRAIN THAT LOOK LIKE PIE WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES. IF YOU HAVE ANY RESPONSES TO THIS POST, IE IF YOU RELATE, PLEASE DON'T HESITATE TO CLICK THE LINK AND TYPE THE KEYS. 

MY EXCELLENT BROTHER

BARACK OBAMA STAND-UP COMEDY