Resurrection

Dear Readers,

This past August, I allowed the Obama Challenge to pass into dereliction without as much as a "thanks for reading" from yours truly. For this, I apologize. I'd always intended to end the project at the Summer/Fall transition as I prepared to return to class. So thank you all for the support, and for the lulz. As a whole, the project was a resounding success, putting me into the best physical shape in my life and conditioning my mind to the point that I am now a borderline telepath.

But this victory has proven fleeting, as in the months that followed, it became increasingly obvious that I needed to resume my work on the Challenge. Since August, the President has maliciously and deliberately been instigating a conflict between he and I, packing a proverbial keg with also-proverbial gunpowder. I cite as examples:
1. The Caligula-esque discord he has sown in the public, as evidenced by his historically poor approval ratings.
2. His acceptance of the Stalin Award (you may know it as the "Nobel Peace Prize").
3. Proving himself to be, in all truth and honesty, a separate incarnation of George W. Bush.

Now you may say "but everyone saw this coming", and you'd be right. I expected an extreme amount of tension between he and I moving forward, but I always believed it to be manageable...until now. As many of you know, the President has recently sought to derail a long-awaited, epochal event in American history. Namely, he has threatened to schedule the State of the Union on top of the premier of the final season of Lost. Trivial? That's what many said when Archduke Ferdinand was shot by Franz Kafka. Or whoever.

This is the most reprehensible of transgressions, Mr. Obama, and perhaps your worst to date. A leader may trample our liberties from time to time, but he should never, ever stand between a man and his leisure. I'll see you in the ring, Mr. President.

The Obama Challenge resumes this February.