I skipped over President Obama’s creepy email a week ago, because I really meant to focus on actual postal mailings. But his campaign is getting odd, especially combined with his “if you love me, you’ll pass this bill” outburst.

This is the message I received a week ago:

Subject: Sometime soon, can we meet for dinner?
From: Barack Obama <info@barackobama.com>
Date: September 14, 2011 9:55:01 AM PDT

Friend—

Supporters like you are the reason I’m here, and the values we share have always made our organization more than just a political campaign.

So whenever I can, I want to take the opportunity to meet you. Last month, that meant I got to talk to folks in Iowa about small-business opportunities, and sit down with a group of volunteers from around the country who helped build this campaign in their communities this summer.

It turned out to be a fundraising letter—not even an invitation to a fundraiser, but an invitation to buy tickets in a raffle. Still, that’s a slightly more than deceptive subject line to be sending out. Not “a chance to meet for dinner” or “win a dinner”, but “Sometime soon, can we meet?” It isn’t quite creepy, but it’s on the verge of it.

Now, today, I got another one: “4,931 people in San Diego, CA”. What about those 4,931 people? Why is the President sending me mail about 4,931 people in San Diego?

Subject: 4,931 people in San Diego, CA
From: Jim Messina, BarackObama.com <info@barackobama.com>
Date: September 26, 2011 2:29:39 PM PDT

Friend—

Here’s something you don’t have in common with 4,931 other supporters of this movement who tell us they live in San Diego, CA.

That many of your neighbors have decided to own a piece of this campaign by making a donation of whatever they could afford. For some, that meant just $5. For others, it meant $100 or more. But each had their own personal reason for giving.

Our records show that you aren’t one of the 4,931 people where you’re from who have stepped up for 2012. Now’s your chance to change that.

Make a donation of $3 or more today to support the campaign before the critical September 30th deadline.

Okay. Pretending to ask me out for dinner didn’t work. So their next step is to tell me that they’re watching me. He’s not even asking my why I didn’t feel the need to donate. He’s just saying, we know you haven’t ponied up, give us your money now! Seriously? This is the new politics? It sounds like something Mike Royko would have made fun of when I was growing up.