I wish everybody would just quit bugging me about it.
The phone calls from the networks, the political pundits speculating about my future, the pleading letters and emails from average, working-class Americans who say they will give up hope if I drop out of the race. Well, that’s all going to come to an end - and darned quick, too.
I have decided that I don’t want to be president of the United States.
No, don’t try to talk me out of it. My mind is made up.
My reason for putting the kibosh on a campaign that would easily have brushed aside the Hillary Clintons, Rand Pauls and Jeb Bushes, revealing them as mere pretenders to the throne?
The job just doesn’t look like much fun.
I was in Cooperstown, N.Y., on Thursday when President Barack Obama came to the village, and let me tell you, the poor guy hardly spent any time at all at the Baseball Hall of Fame.
The Secret Service got him into the building without almost anybody noticing, and got him out of there pretty much the same way. In between, he gave a little speech for a selected few people and some members of the news media.
That little group, by the way, included Joe Mahoney and Julie Lewis from my newsroom at The Daily Star. They were selected by the White House to be the local “pool” reporter and photographer for Obama’s visit. That means they were the only members of the local media actually taking a tour of the Hall with the president and their work would be shared with any media outlet that requested it from the White House.
Julie and Joe were obviously pretty busy, so perhaps they didn’t have time to take pity upon a president whose smile hid the fact that he was clearly miserable.
Imagine going into the Baseball Hall of Fame and only having about a half-hour to see everything there is to see, and having to give a speech, too. What fun is that?
Mr. Obama is a Chicago White Sox fan, and there are 33 plaques hanging in the Hall that honor inductees with at least some connection to the White Sox. There’s no way he could have had the time to read the plaques and show proper reverence for them in one lousy half hour.