Obama Pie

This is from a Nevada Obama supporter - because he's, well, as American as apple pie. Though his favorite pie is apparently pecan (really? I've always found it too candy-sweet, but okay, Obama, I'll try it for you).

HE HAS TO WIN. I don't usually get so emotional about politics, unless you count sobbing after both the 2000 and 2004 elections, but I'm feelin' it now. I'd make a hundred gazillion pies with his name on them and pass them out to neighbors if I thought it would help! Hmmm. Not a bad idea...

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