Newsweek publie des cahiers de campagnes passionnants.
On May 20, the night of the primaries in Oregon (a satisfying win in a liberal state) and Kentucky (another discouraging blowout in Appalachia; he had lost West Virginia the week before by 41 points), [Obama] stood off-stage at the Des Moines Historical Society Museum in Iowa. He had wanted to go back to the state of his first great triumph to give a speech unofficially kicking off the fall campaign, even though Clinton officially was still in the race. « That’s an interesting belt buckle, » he said to Michelle, mischievously. She feigned offense and said, « I am interesting, next to you. Surprise, surprise, a blue suit, a white shirt and a tie. » Obama grinned and bent down until he was almost at eye level with her waist. He jabbed a playful finger toward her belt buckle, and let loose his inner nerd. « The lithium crystals! Beam me up, Scotty! » Obama squeaked, laughing at his own lame joke as Michelle rolled her eyes.
A lire aussi, Obama sur l’Obamania :
Obama understood that he had become a giant screen upon which Americans projected their hopes and fears, dreams and frustrations. Maybe such a person never really existed, couldn’t exist, but people wanted a savior nonetheless. As a bestselling memoirist he had created a mythic figure, a man named Barack Obama who had searched and quested and overcome travails, who had found an identity and a calling in public service. Obama recalled that he often joked with his team, « This Barack Obama sounds like a great guy. Now I’m not sure that I am Barack Obama, right? » He added, pointedly, « It wasn’t entirely a joke »
PS : WordPress a tendance à me manger mes billets pour une raison mystérieuse, et je dois parfois récrire la fin, toutes mes excuses, c’est très agaçant …