A quick glance out the window as he tugged the knot closed at his throat. Not the power red today, a more funereal blue. They disgusted him, gathered around the podium out there as if it were a gallows scaffold. Reporters. ‘Vultures!’ he hissed. Teeming, prevenient and frenzied. Like sharks circling a leaking raft...
A++ well that sure isn’t the OBAMS you are describing, because his relationship with them is cozy and loving!