Obambarded

It seems that since the moment the election results were announced, I don’t go a day without an email in my inbox either announcing or urging me to order more Obama books.

A chunk of the publishing obamachine was suddenly barackupied with capitalizing on our new presidential barack star.  And I start to wonder when it crosses the line to baracksploitation?

Don’t get me wrong, I am far from barackniphobic.  Indeed, I meet all requirements for a baracktegenarian.  Yes, I’ll be watching the inauguration and cheering, and yes, I’ll cry.  But I just don’t feel the need to commemorate that emotion with a plate, a coin or a stamp.  Is that really what we need to be spending our money on?

I suppose I can convince myself that while I don’t need the five-shelf commitment that would be required to house the full complement of books being offered, at least they are books.  They are still high-baracktane obamage and not barack bottom obamabilia.

However, I am making a baracklamation:  The first Barack Obama Diet Book I see (Get that Presidential figure without any of the blood sweat or ears!), I am declaring an official obamination to our Obamanation.

 

P.S.  I have this sneaking suspicion that someone will read this post and take it entirely the wrong way.  Please don’t.  I’m silly.  Happy almost-Inauguration.  Operation Baracki Freedom commences in T minus four days.