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Politico reports on Obama getting irked by the ridiculous media exposure that presidents are exposed to, and the consequent loss of the next four years of his daughter’s childhoods that might come with it, and manages to have exactly the sort of over intrusive overly detailed reporting that they are writing about. In what world do I need to know that the future president ordered a tuna sandwich on twelve grain bread? Other, lesser, men might have settled on a mere eight grains. I know that’s what I just bought at the market today. Obama is bringing the kind of change that means and extra four grains? I honestly don’t even need to hear what he ordered, or that he ordered. He’s at a restaurant, I can infer that he ordered food. Hell, I can infer that he eats, he’s human after all. I don’t really need any information at all about him taking his kids anywhere. But I appear to be in the minority in thinking that his ability to deal with a bunch of guys who long ago gave up on real investigative journalism has nothing do do with future duties as chief administrator and commander in chief.

Unless someone wants to write an article claiming that it was irresponsible of him to get tuna, because the increased popularity of the fish after he eats it will put further strain on already depleted stocks of tuna, teetering on the brink of extinction. If we’re going to invade the poor man’s privacy to this degree, let’s at least pointlessly saddle him with the blame for the extinction of the blue fin. I prefer my political reporting with a side of impotent rage.