Desperate to recapture the lightning in a bottle that propelled an unknown cipher to the White House, President Barack Hussein Obama (mm mmm mmmm) held a “yute” rally Thursday night, where the hand-picked crowd tried to shout down any talk of an “enthusiasm gap” among Democrats.

Obama led a pep rally/rap concert attended by 3,000 at a Democratic National Committee fundraiser at DAR Constitution Hall.

Thursday’s event was organized for the DNC’s Gen44 group, which attempts to cultivate (i.e., indoctrinate) young leaders. It was expected to raise $750,000.

Beforehand, Obama spoke at a small fundraising dinner at the home of John Phillips and Linda Douglass, where guests paid $30,400 each to raise $1 million for the Democratic Party. Citing his big rally in Madison, Obama told the group that Democrats are “waking up.”

When he got to the “yute” rally, Scooter spoke to the  young minds full of mush, and said:

I’m back here today just in case you’ve forgotten what it feels like to change the country.  It was always going to be hard. Now is not the time to quit.

The DNC, in their infinite wisdom,  had enlisted hip hop artist B.o.B to perform, and the crowd also heard from Obama’s 2008 campaign manager, David Plouffe, now set to be a White house “Insider” upon the departure of Rahmbo, on the importance of the youth vote to the November midterm elections, which are scheduled to be Political Massacre for the Democrats.

Never heard of B.o.B before?  Me, neither.  However, I did manage to get a hold of the words to the dignified little ditty that they sang for the President last night.  Why, it’s positively Shakespearean in nature:

Im that n**** that you heard about thru word of mouth,
they prolly said i change the music in the dirty south,
now that the word is out,
the timing is perfect now,
to take all these hypicritical rumors and burn em down.
if you observe the doubt you would see what they worried bout,
they say i sound like dre when im rappin bout virgins now,
honestly, i could give a f— wut you blurtin out.
point blank, im in the game..rockin my jerseys now.
so just accept me or dont pay me no mind,
either way you gonna be hearin me all the time,
wether on greg street, or 107.9,
or on yo favorite rap blog, on yo rap website,
and if that aint right, then show me straight to the judge.
just like bryan nichols i aint spittin, nuthin but slugs,
venomous blood in my vains,
chemicals up in my brain,
yes i resemble a criminal,
B.o. Bizzle, you aint f—’n wit mane!

[Whatever happened to “Hail to the Chief”?]

Inspired by the classy spirit of the evening, Obama spoke without a teleprompter again, and showed just how post-racial he truly is:

As at a massive rally earlier in the week in Madison, Wis., Obama accomplished the illusion of recapturing, at least for a few moments, some of the political magic of his 2008 presidential campaign. When he spoke of the “pundits” who were decreeing an “enthusiasm gap” the Liberal Collegiate crowd yelled uproariously, apparently wanting to prove there wasn’t one.  Or maybe it was just the Free Rock Concert at that event.

Scooter said at that event:

I need you to be fired up, I need you to stay fired up, all the way to Nov. 2. … Because Nov. 2 is going to say a lot about your future.

Even if Obama and Democrats go dig up and re-animate John Lennon, George Harrison, and Marvin Gaye, they will not be able  to create the excitement they need to avoid the re-enactment of Custer’s Last Stand on November 2nd, 2010. The president met with Democratic congressional leaders at the White House earlier Thursday to feverishly try to figure out a strategy to keep their political power.  With one month to go, panic has definitely set in.

As I close, I wish to share something with you.  Something about this week’s festivities nagged at me.  Why has Obama always gone after America’s young people through events like this and his satellite-delivered speech at the beginning of each school year?  Perhaps, it has something to do with this quote from somebody I am positive that Obama is familiar with:

Give me four years to teach the children and the seed I have sown will never be uprooted. – Vladimir Illyich Lenin