You're an idiot, a fool. Do you have a wife? Would you like your wife to be insulted like that? Do me a favour hang yourself - 'special rate'
Obama was nearly very carefully into the study with his brimming hot chocolate when he first heard the distressed chorus. He placed the cup on the divan and in bounds was up the stairs and into the master bedroom.
Michelle was a cornered puma peering out of the cave of her huge chiffon dress, the light from the laptop casting sunset upon the bed. Malia and Sasha clutched one another in the far corner of the bedroom. They were screaming. The screen commanded all.
Obama pryed the computer from his wife's outstreched arms, and spinning the painted image away from his family he faced the horror