Roseanne hates Obama, too
Posted February 21th, 2008
Roseanne had some uncharacteristically wise things to say about
Barack Obama. This site talks about
the cult of Obama. Pretty entertaining stuff...
My debate with Barack Obama
Posted February 20th, 2008
I actually debated Obama when I was in the fourth grade. It went like this:
"Candidate one, you may now give your opening remarks." The audience was eager to hear what my opponent had to say. This, the first debate in the fourth grade class president election, was a very exciting event. I had been preparing for weeks. Little B. Obama was popular, yes, but my public speaking ablities gave me a huge advantage.
"I would like to give my opponent the chance to talk first," Little B. Obama said. I glanced at Mrs. Gillicutti to make sure it was okay. She gave me an approving nod. I confidently stepped up to the podium. I took a few moments to gather my thoughts and to clear my throat.
"Good afternoon, my fellow students," I began. "Let me first say that I am honored and priveleged to take part in this democratic process, and I'm sure you feel the same way. Let's take just a moment to reflect on the country in which we live, where you, the student body of this great school, are able to listen to the ideals and ideas of two fine candidates, and make the decision of who will lead you into the next year, and beyond. Join me in giving this very process a round of applause." I enthusiastically began clapping my hands, but to my dismay, nobody joined me. Suddenly, while looking at the blank faces of my fellow students, I had second thoughts about the election. These proletarians were not even able to understand the great honor in being able to vote. Would I get any satisfaction from ruling these imbecels?
"I'm not sure what he just said, but if it bored you as much as it bored me, why don't you make some noise?" was Obama's reply. The crowd errupted. They were hooping and hollering, and in general, making complete asses of themselves. "I bet you have better things to do, so let me get down to business. If you elect me as your class president, my first mandate will be to limit the amount of homework assigned each night. You will only be required to complete homework assignments from one class per night. How does that sound?" Again, the crowd's collective wicks were lighted, and the explosion of applause was deafening.
"That's an interesting thought Obama," I said, my face a wide, sarcastic smile, "But it will never happen. The class president doesn't have that kind of authority. Essentially it's just a title, and they let us arrange bake sales and such. Can you believe this guy?" I said, beaming at the audience and pointing at Obama. The audience was dead. They were lifeless corpses, propped up, staring straight ahead, waiting for their savior to ressurect them.
"I said I would do it, didn't I?" Obama said. With that comment, life returned to the students, and the cheering and clapping resumed. Little B. Obama put out his hand to quiet his followers. "How about Friday's off? Shouldn't we be able to cover everything we need in four days? If you elect me as your president, I'll make sure that every weekend is a three day weekend: Friday, Saturday, and Sunday!" The students screamed with pleasure. They were stomping their feet and clapping their hands, and carrying on. Someone threw their bra onto the stage.
"That's uncalled for,"I said as I kicked the bra back into the crowd. "Listen to me. This guy is lying. Just ask Mrs. Gillicutti." I pointed at the political science teacher, who simply gave an ambiguous shrug. She looked giddy, apparently delighted that our tiny debate was mimicing the debates of professional politicians. "The school board is not going to let us shorten the school week. This is what I was thinking, though. I bet we could have some kind of a bake sale. Sally, remember the time your mom made our class cupcakes?" One corpse in the sea of zombies, Sally, came alive at the mention of her name. She smiled and nodded. "Those cupcakes were delicous. I bet we could sell a bunch of those. So we'd all bring some snacks, and we'd sell them. We'd give some of the profits to the PTA, but, watch me now, we keep a portion of the profits for a huge fourth grade pizza party!" There were a few random claps in the audience. I was getting to them.
"So you want us to work hard at some bake sale, and then hopefully have enough money for a pizza party?" asked Obama. "Well I guess that's one way to go. I was thinking that we'd take some money from the school treasury and have pizza served every day at lunch. How about it?" A sonic boom of applause ripped through the auditorium.
"Okay, this is complete <censored>. None of his ideas are possible. I mean, what the <censored> do..."a wild and hungry applause intterupted me and rose to the ceiling. My new, edgy language had captivated them. They wanted more. I loosened my tie and rolled up my sleeves. "One thing that differentiates our great country from others is free speech, so if you'll forgive me while I exercise my right to free speech, I'd really appreciate it. Barrack Obama is a c*ck @ss <censored> sh*t liar." I glanced at Mrs. Gillicutti, and she gave me a reassuring nod and the thumbs up sign. "Think about what I just said. Barrack Obama is a c*ck @ss <censored> sh*t liar. I don't know about you, but I don't want a c*ck @ss <censored> sh*t liar as class president. Just remember what I said today, as you place your votes. I've got to go take my Asthma medicine. Thank you, and goodnight."
The student body gave me a standing ovation as I walked out of the auditorium. To this day I don't know who won that election. I left the school that day and decided never to go back. I have a strong feeling, however, that they voted against that c*ck @ss <censored> sh*t liar.
Obama is a phony!
Posted February 14th, 2008
Stay tuned for more details, but check out
B. Hussein Obama's manipulation tactics! American voters do not appreciate deception, Mr. Obama...
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