[ WP ] The president spends his free time trolling on the internet as an anti-Obama conservative .

The angry sound of keystrokes had awoken the black dog in the corner. She whimpered as she knew it was going to be a long night for her best friend. 
 
 He was reading his own writing out loud now. As always, his voice was slowly climbing the ladder of octaves as the night wore on, the tone more exasperated and hurried. `` NO GOOD OSAMA... OOPS I MEAN OBAMA!!'' he furiously wrote on the Yahoo article. His brow slightly furrowed when he realized that no one might even see it given the 236 other comments. Clearly an Article of Great Importance. He had forgotten what it was even about. He scrolled up, saw the word *Kardashian* and let out a sulphurous belch. *She should be mine! *, he thought. The poor dog heard his thought ( or perhaps the belch ), and whimpered again. 
 
 His mouse dashed wayward furiously; years of digital abuse had left it imprecise and unable to muster more than an *plfffff* when pressed. The last time it actually clicked was probably 1991. 
 
 So much had changed. He had originally started doing this for fun, tempted by his adversaries and the prospects of laughing at peoples' reactions. But now things were different. His approval rating was plummeting. His own people, the ones who elected him, were now turning against him as the economy faltered and as serious foreign policy issues took their toll. Now, he was looking for approval any place he could find it. And where better than online; yes, he had joined the brotherhood of anti-Obama commenters. He was an expert and cooked his comments like a perfectly-done rotisserie chicken: never overdone, never raw, always packed with a punch and a lemon-zingy undertone. His lineup was dependable and predictable: his Kenyan birth, his striving to erase the 2nd Amendment, his blackness, his middle name. His comments were littered with unintentional grammatical mistakes. Once, a fellow poster had made fun of him for this, but after a realistic threat to judo-chop his entire extended family, the other user had ceased his online activities. 
 
 He loaded his next Yahoo article but was sidetracked by a website claiming to reveal the reason why Dermatologists Hate Her! 
 
 He heard a rustle in the next room, and then soft footsteps headed towards him. He knew what this meant. Bedtime. 
 
 `` Enough for tonight,'' she said, her voice a tired but caring melody, `` Come to bed, Vladimir.''
