On the other side of the coast, Obama was juggling his minds. He was thinking why he was satisfied of making Americana subject to his wills and desires. Perhaps, some events of the past were still taking their forms in his mind, and dictating his actions toward Americana.
He was raised in a family of Communistic ideas. His own mother, who had great influence in his life, adhered to no-religion principles, that it is right to do things one’s way because there are no powerful forces that govern the world. On the other hand, his own father believes on authoritarian ideals. Perhaps, the no-religion, do-what-you-want principle, and authoritarian principles of his parents haunted his actions.
Obama was raised in total confusion of what is right. In fact, he found it joyfully satisfying and gratifying to see some pains and to sack some panties.
What? Panties? That’s gross! Anyways, that’s what he loved and grew to love that habit.
For many times, Obama and Americana enjoyed the bed of defilement, the total confusion of what is right and what is wrong. Americana is in total submission to the will and desires of the domineering and dictator Obama.
One time, while they were enjoying the tryst and joys of their fornication and total sexual debauchery, Americana saw some smoke burns in the chest of Obama. “What happened to your chest?”, she asked.
“What?”
“Why there are burns in your chest? Are these caused by your smoking habits? When will you stop?”
“And when did you have power over me? I am the boss here; and you are a slave.”
“I don’t intend to usurp or mock your power. I just want to know what happened to you; I am concerned of what’s with you.”
“Fine. Yes, these are smoke burns. There are times I want to inflict myself with much pain. But I promise you, I will stop smoking.”
So, Obama promised to stop smoking, and he even ordered a legislation order within the state or the company to raise the price of cigarettes to constraint smokers. However, deep within, Obama had no intentions to stop his habit. He usually went to his office for a deep plunge with cigars in his hand. Perhaps, he was a cigarette-addict.
