Barack Obama's Diary: May the Fourth Be with You

Dear Diary: May the fourth be with you! I have loved Star Wars since I saw it as a kid at a Kenyan,  Indonesian  Hawaiian  drive-in movie theater where the choom gang would sit-- for free-  in the undergrowth to one side of the cars, and get high. Star Wars on choom was an unforgettable experience. We spent most of it giggling helplessly. I wasn't until seeing it properly years later that I realized it was not a comedy.
 I won't be sorry to bid farewell to President Chihuahua  Chinchilla and fly out of Latin America later today. These Hispaniolas mean well, but the make me feel uncomfortable because they don't always understand their own language  and are unaccountably puzzled by my beautifully-enunciated Spanish. But enough about me.