Clearly little has changed over the years. Big talk, no results.
Mr Obama was not always such a skilled writer, as a third grade essay reveals a lot of ambition, but little talent.
‘My name is Barry Soetoro. I am a third-grade student at SD Asisi. My mom is my idol. My teacher is Ibu Fer. I have a lot of friends. I live near the school. I usually walk to the school with my mom, then go home by myself. Someday I want to be president. I love to visit all the places in Indonesia. Done. The eeeeeeeeend,’ the essay reads.
As he grew older, he began taking bigger risks. When he was living in Hawaii, he used to drag race with his friends. Once, when he was in a car a friend was driving he got into an crash.
‘The car he was riding in flipped and landed upside down,’ Mr Maraniss writes. ‘The other car turned around and found Obama, who had crawled out a back window, laughing hysterically.’
Must have been some really good weed.
He also developed an affinity for women, naked women, that is.
‘Allegedly stoned and drunk one night at Occidental, Obama and a friend stopped to talk to an attractive girl and “Barry launched into a riff on nudity, offering his theory that the human race would be better off if people did not wear clothes. This declaration was made with the urgency of someone ready to strip then and there. … It seemed apparent that Barry was trying to seduce the woman right in front of” his friend who had a crush on the girl.,’ the book alleges.
Some even said Mr Obama was sensitive about his weight, concerned that if he quit smoking, he might balloon into a bigger size.
Friend Mark Parsons told the author that Mr Obama once said he would quit smoking after he got married because then, ‘it would be okay to gain weight.’
He obviously has never quit.