The jug-eared muslim's annual press conference is an entertaining event. It's the only time we ever see him without his teleprompter, and without a backdrop formed by the vacant, smiling faces of the nodding peanut gallery that's assembled for his daily televised speeches. (I have long suspected that those pinheads and their bleacher seats are transported around the country on Air Force One, along with the teleprompter.) The Kenyan and his advisors realize how risky it is for him to speak without a script, hence the extreme rarity of these events.