think about having a picnic in obomba's park, under the omniscient gaze of the secret service. think about visiting obomba's tower, and seeing obomba's artifacts, kid? think again. think about making a romantic rendezvous on the lush wooded island, surveilled. blah blah blah, i hear you say, who the fuck cares if it's a dastardly done deal. think about a quiet place to listen to the birds and let your thoughts expand and wander. it ain't going to be that way. not here.