Watch the brief video. Towards the end, look for the chick on the left. The one that is just absolutely decorating her cupcakes in the presence of The chOsen One. Read her lips.
I don't know whether to be frightened, or to call and make her a reservation at the Rubber Ramada. I'm betting the Secret Service is leaning towards the latter.
With that level of rapturous devotion, it's only a matter of time until they find her under the window of Barack's bedroom with a roll of duct tape and a butcher knife.
(H/T to SondraK.)