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Oh, good. I was worried he’d forgotten about that cheesesteak he promised he’d eat “next time”. Maureen Dowd confirms he’s a man of his word:

He is frantic to get away from her because he can’t keep carbo-loading to relate to the common people.

In the final days in Pennsylvania, he dutifully logged time at diners and force-fed himself waffles, pancakes, sausage and a Philly cheese steak. He split the pancakes with Michelle, left some of the waffle and sausage behind, and gave away the French fries that came with the cheese steak.

But this is clearly a man who can’t wait to get back to his organic scrambled egg whites.

I don’t think I’ve ever recommended a MoDo column before, but this one’s kind of clever. (Hat tip to DRJ.)

As for SnObama, apparently the Boss had it right:

Too late, Mr. Dainty Fingers. You only get one chance to make a first impression. The odor of elitism is like onion breath: Quick to acquire, hard to get rid of.

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{Post by See-Dubya; front-page image is a perfect cheesesteak for liberals: a meatless vegan imitation cheesesteak.}