Obama struggles to strike a health care deal palatable to all sides.
President Obama finds himself stuck between a rock and a hard place, going round and round in a dizzying cycle of give and take that doesn't seem to be advancing his top domestic priority. "When I was a community organizer it was much easier," responds Obama, "but, dammit, I did it. I got it done. Distributing brochures door to door was not easy either. I can do this. I know I can." Joe Cox, pictured above is also a community organizer. "It's tough. It's a tough, touch calling and I could probably do more, " says Cox, "Afterall, Obama was a community organizer. Maybe I can be president too."
"It's all about me man. Why don't you go ahead and take care of the rest so I can complain about it."
One of the great masters of dea. He truly makes it effortless. For David, the very act of breathing is loaded with dea-ness.
In the predawn of our shared history, there were moments, as our forbears pushed north, that banding scraps of animal fur to your feet and legs with roots and grasses made sense. 
Being really good at something doesn't magically elevate that pass time into "sportdom." In fact, the ease with which your every friend and neighbor also excel at the game is probably a sure sign that you are practicing a "hobby." 
I love this self-congratulatory group of neo-luddites. You know, the biker-guy who feels it is worth "braving" the rush hour commute atop his mighty velocipede so that he might spare our coding Gaia 30 minutes of exhaust from his gas-sipping Prius. 
