What's wrong with this picture?
The laddy doth protest too much, methinks.
I thought it was just another example of Euro-fauning over the hawt noo blek sensation from Amerikka-- kinda like with jeans or line-dancing. I gave it an *eyeroll* and moved on. But wait—there’s more blowback.
First, the set-up: Unfortunately, Bild.de has yanked the story. Or it timed out. whatever. Bild doesn’t want to make any further comments on its own reporting. *snerk*
I assembled the relevant bits below from around the IntarWebs: [do Germans do irony>]
As thousands waited at the Sieges Saule monument in Berlin to hear Obama’s sensational speech, a BILD reporter met Barack all alone – in the gym! Here’s the incredible account of Judith Bonesky’s meeting…
Shortly after half past four and he actually arrives! Barack Obama is wearing a grey t-shirt, black tracksuit bottoms – and a great smile!
“Hi, how’s it going?“ asks Obama in his deep voice. My heart beats. “Very good, and you?” I say. Obama replies: “Very good, thank you!”
“Obama (with toned arms and a strong back) puts on his headphones for his iPod to listen to pop music. He hums quietly. Then he jumps on a fitness bike. He pushes three times on the pedals—but then can’t be bothered with it.
He goes and picks up a pair of 16 kilo [32 lb] weights and starts curling them with his left and right arms, 30 repetitions on each side. Then, amazingly, he picks up the 32 kilo [70 lb] weights! Very slowly he lifts them, first 10 curls with his right, then 10 with his left. He breathes deeply in and out and takes a sip of water from his 0,5 litre Evian bottle.
Shortly before five o’clock Obama comes over and sits directly next to my cross-trainer on the mat. First he does 10 sit-ups, then stretches. Then he looks at his watch and says to his bodyguard: “It’s time, let’s go.” Quickly I ask: “Mr. Obama, could I take a photo?”. “Of course!” he answers, before asking my name and coming over to stand next to me.
“My name’s Judith” I reply. “I’m Barack Obama, nice to meet you!” he says, and puts his arm across my shoulder. I put my arm around his hip – wow, he didn’t even sweat! WHAT A MAN!
*sends around barf bag collection bin*
Here’s the pic he allowed her to take.
“No Sweat?” I guess he’s got, whaa?, a drinking problem?
[ie; drool from the 0,5 Evian bottle - wouldn’t wanna be axcused of raising red racist herrings]
So a 20 - 25 minute work-out, no cardio, a couplafew curls with 70 lb weights [uh huh], some stretching and a foto-op. That’s an Uh-bama “workout.”
Here’s the “more." Uh-bama did an interview with Maureen Dowd who has been accused of being a little snippy with him of late. TNR describes his choice as “Obama Defangs Maureen Dowd?” with this coy pic:
Dowd challenges the Obamiester about his Euro-reception with such tough questions as:
“You must want a cigarette after that,”
*passes bin again*
Later, she gets down to business asking about the Bonesky article:
Obama marveled: “I’m just realizing what I’ve got to become accustomed to. The fact that I was played like that at the gym. Do you remember ‘The Color of Money’ with Paul Newman? And Forest Whitaker is sort of sitting there, acting like he doesn’t know how to play pool. And then he hustles the hustler. She hustled us. We walk into the gym. She’s already on the treadmill. She looks like just an ordinary German girl. She smiles and sort of waves, shyly, but doesn’t go out of her way to say anything. As I’m walking out, she says: ‘Oh, can I have a picture? I’m a big fan.’ Reggie takes the picture.”
[Reggie Love is Obama’s personal assistant]I ask him if he found it a bit creepy that she described his T-shirt as smelling like “fabric softener with spring scent.”
He looked nonplused: “Did she describe what my T-shirt smelled like?”
Uh-bama thinks he was hustled for a foto by a little German guurl? Who gushed over him?!? And this is a “hustle,” how?
And if it’s that easy to hustle the Uh-bamamessiah, how could he possibly comprehend the UN, Ahmadinnerjihad and the Tally-wacker-ban Group? Hell, this dufus probably thinks Pelosi really is “saving the planet.”
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