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I saw Barack speak a few days ago.  Short, sweet, completely satisfying.  The best part was when B and I were headed back to our bikes* and cheers erupted from those still in the amphitheater — an encore?  No, but I like it that most of the already-outsiders hesitated and/or rushed back to hear the possible greatest hit or fan favorite.  Maybe he’d play Ants Marching!  I jest, but the USA chants were off the hook.

Oh, sorry, I failed to mention it was at an event called LaborFEST.  Really?  Festival-hungry union members such as myself could never resist…
Reasons I left my apartment on a Monday evening:
a. Jobonga likes him ? I like him
b. Moderately drunk from Brewer day game
c. Hallowed Henry W. Maier grounds always a draw
d. The suffix “fest”
e. Single act of support guaranteed multiple condescending/boastful Kee posts
*[I'm so green]