First, let's take a look at the story MayBee was commenting on:
First lady Michelle Obama gave a fascinating insight into just how heavily the weight of office rests on her husband's shoulders and how the job of president has taken it's toll.
Speaking at a fund-raiser for the Democratic National Committee in Massachusetts she told of his total dedication to the job and told how she worries about the increasing number of lines on his face.
She said: 'I see the worry creasing his face. I hear the passion and determination in his voice.
''You won’t believe what these folks are going through;' he told me that last night.
''Michelle, it is not right. We’ve got to fix this. We have to do more,'
'Barack always reminds me that we are playing a long game,
'He reminds me, as I said to you, too, that change is slow.
'He reminds me that change doesn’t happen all at once, but that if we keep showing up, if we keep fighting the good fight, doing what we know is right, then eventually we will get there, because the truth is we always have in this country. We always have.'
Heavy stuff. MayBee went on to write in response:
It's also pretty funny to picture them, actually sitting on a sofa in the WH residence, her in a designer dress with her Jimmy Choos kicked off in the corner, him with his WH brewed honey ale, reading the 10 letters for the day and saying, 'Michelle, it just isn't right, what people are going through.' 'Why, what do you mean Barack?' 'We have to fix it. I am tired, but I can't rest until this is fixed!'
Anyone remember Che Che? At the time, John Podhoretz called CheChe's writing "The Greatest Kos Posting Ever!" and concluded: "To paraphrase Oscar Wilde: It would take a heart of stone not to laugh at the grief of Little CheChe."
Well. CheChe turned out to be the work of a parodist. But a parody perfectly executed.
Let's reprise CheChe's work in the form of Michelle speaking, building upon the scene MayBee gave us. Off we go!
I don't think I've ever seen such a look of misery and dejection on the face of Barack as I just did a moment ago.
He sat down with me on the sofa and (as calmly as he could) tried to explain to me why the Republicans want to starve little children and take Social Security away from the elderly in order to give coporoate jet owners wads of cash. He tried to keep his voice steady, but it became increasingly difficult - the rage and feelings of helplessnes were just too much. I could tell something was wrong. I found myself at such a loss for words - nothing made any sense; nothing makes sense anymore. I finally had to admit, "Barry, I just don't know - I don't know what's going on in this country anymore..."
When he finished my lower lip started to tremble and my eyes began to fill with tears, "Michelle" he said, "why are the Republicans doing this to the country?" Well, that was it for me: I finally fell apart. I just fell into his arms and we both began sobbing for several minutes.
He had to comfort me and get me back on my feet. Sometimes I just think it’s too much, but seeing the strength in Barack's voice helped me to get through.
To paraphrase Podhoretz paraphrasing Wilde: It would take a heart of stone not to laugh.