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Trevor Loudin has been doing for some time the background investigation of President Obama that ought to have been conducted by the media prior to the election. This is just one in a very long series of reports on his strange choice of playmates. I suggest that if you desire a reading project, you begin studying the enormous amount of information that Trevor has unearthed and disgorged.

We've had Trevor on The B-Cast a number of times, and he really is the go-to expert in all the world on the tangled web of associations and influence that makes Obama who he is, and Obamunism what it is.

If you haven't checked out Da Techguy, you should. Pete was the . . . I'd say tireless, but in fact he was at times tired, but nevertheless always generous host and designated driver to me and Stacy in Massachusetts. And many thanks, too. I didn't get to meet the missus, but I met his two sons, who are both nice, personable young people. Both he and Stacy are very expressive, though Pete relies on his hands a bit more, being Sicilian. He's also a devout Catholic.

As Dan Riehl has noted, Stacy seems to know everyone, and if he doesn't know them, and they're there, he will know them momentarily. We got a laugh out of his sitting in front of Karen Tumulty, who, despite her obvious distress at the results of the special election was a very friendly, kindly person. Stacy's also a bit of a Native American coyote/prankster character, as you might have guessed from his writing, and his having slapped a Martha Coakley sticker on Ace's back. As we wended our disoriented way back to the car after the Brown party, he complained a bit about the cold, although it was drizzling a bit, rather than snowing. We had an interesting discussion with a Chinese fellow with very limited English, and a Middle Eastern fellow with just a bit more when we arrived at the Back Bay Garage rather than the Clarendon Back Bay Garage demanding our car, to their befuddled consternation. It was rather rude of them, I think. If you're paying a valet $27 to produce a car, they should produce a car.

Ace was "putting out a fire," so we missed him after the party, though Stacy meant to track him down. We went to the hotel bar, where I had a sort of a conversation with a very drunk couple of Brown supporters whilst waiting for Pete, who was waiting for Stacy. I effectively put the kibosh on going to the Rattlesnake, where the Brown supporters were continuing after hours, because a) I had no money to spend on booze, and b) Pete was driving and clearly pretty tired, moreover c) the conversation I'd just had convinced me that we were in a serious situation of diminishing returns to scale of atrocity.

One of the most amusing moments of the evening, naturally, belonged to Stacy. Carl Cameron had come by and schmoozed at length with the bloggers, a very personable, sharp guy, who conveys a satisfyingly louche sophistication. Mitt Romney came by. We met Brown's brother, and Stacy interviewed his sister, and there were other politicians and well-known news types, and we're leaving the hotel, and Stacy says, "Can you believe it? We met Hannah Giles. Hannah fuckin' GILES!"

Which is all another way of saying I'm boring, I suppose. So innocuous that two people to whom I'd introduced myself, including one whom I had sat next to for several hours, introduced themselves to me later on. I'm sorry to have missed you all there, for example Preston and Cranky, and I managed not to insult Pamela Geller, so I think I might not be unwelcome at another such event, even this one for youngsters which Hannah asked us to promote. At least I had some pudding, topically.

Pictured above, the author of Pudd'nhead Olbermann.

Dan Collins

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