All the recent revelations from Barack Obama's apparently mostly unread bestseller, Dreams of My Father, like his dog eating and composite girl friend that strangely resembles Bill Ayres' girl friend remind me of my favorite Barack Obama story :
"So I said to my mother, 'How come I'm black and you're white?' She replied, 'Don't even go there Barack! From what I can remember about that party, you're lucky you don't bark!'"
Who knew they had toga parties at the University of Hawaii?
