The Obama Mania Souvenir Crap Watch Continues

Safeway doesn't have the corner on the edible Obama Mania Market. Roxie has reported sightings of an Obama cake at Giant (complete with picture by Goose!). I have to say, the cake looks yummier than the cookies if for no other reason that it seems to have more substance.

I try so hard to refrain from inquiring what kind of cake is under all of that icing because such a comment could -- and probably should -- be interpreted as racist. Chocolate? Vanilla? Lemon dobache? Spice? Red Velvet? Strawberry or Cherry? No matter what flavor you choose, you step into a minefield of implication. Except maybe carrot.

Oh, no, now I thought of something bad about carrot! (It's crude, you don't want to know.)

Meanwhile, at the National Archives gift shop (which, incidentally, is replete with wonderful additions to the Online Museum of Historical Kitsch), I found these:
My camera wouldn't focus very well. This is one of several tries; but, in case you can't figure out the message, I'll give you a hint. Obama can leave you with minty fresh breath if you buy and consume these.

In the non-edible categories, I came across these:

Bored waiting for the inauguration festivities to begin, or trying to look like you aren't camping out because the Parks Service, D.C. police, and Secret Service will evict you from the Mall before 7 am? Just break out your deck of Obama playing cards and start a game of poker! The gift shop was non-partisan in this respect because they also had McCain cards, too.

They did not, however, have a McCain (or Palin, or Clinton, or Clinton, or Biden, or even George Washington or Abe Lincoln) version of this:

Now, would a little girl play with these, or a little boy? I mean, there aren't a wide variety of outfits available in the paper wardrobe here, nor an accompanying Michelle paper doll, so most little girls might get bored (or am I being presumptively sexist here?). As we all know, boys never play with dolls. They play with "action figures," like G.I. Joe with the Kung Fu grip.*

So other presidents won't feel left out, the gift shop also has these lovely items to commemorate Franklin Roosevelt and Bill Clinton (why just them, I have no idea, was JFK all sold out?):

These are those little party favor games in which you try to get all of the little BBs to sit in tiny holes punched in the picture. Yes, children, this is what your grandparents played in the days before Nintendo -- or whatever the hell you kids play these days.

I would include the hawkers on the streets; but really, there were far too many, and they are much more expected to have Obama Mania Souvenir Crap than the National Archives. Still, I'll keep a lookout for the wildest stuff, because that's what I'm here for.

*Who, incidentally, appears next to Barbie at the Smithsonian. Since he was anatomically incorrect, that Kung Fu grip was not for self-gratification, which is exactly what it looks like. Just sayin'.

UPDATE: Roxie has found the mother of all Obama Mania Souvenir Crap, edibile category.