It’s somewhat unsettling to see Michelle Obama ripping up the White House lawn to plant a garden, for I fear the place is going to start resembling one of those places that in Solomon's youth was called "Reform School."
Just writing those dreadful words sent a cold chill from the past coursing through my veins.
Once a year, every year we drove to my paternal grandparents’ place on the opposite end of the state. This being long before the government in its demented wisdom took to building interstate highways, we always drove ever so slowly through the myriad of wonders of our state. One of the highlights that never failed to impress was the grim, and I mean unbelievably grim, stone walls of the state penitentiary where the electric chair did its handiwork. We drove extra slowly past these stones.
After that, though, came the piece de resistance in my father's continuous commentary of demonic morality by which he terrified us and amused himself. We drove past the state reform school for boys, and there they’d be, male miscreants, out in the fields silently and sullenly cultivating the vast gardens that would feed them through the winter without heat or comfort.
Cabbages--ever requiring to be weeded by the shuffling teens who moved like robots--miles and miles of cabbages and angry eyes looking at cars that went by--escape ever on the mind.
This grim scene was never passed without humorless comments from my parents in the front seat--from here, it was only a small step to that horrible stone wall. The implication was also always made that my brother and I would end up there for—well, the infractions were left to our minds, the better to cause us dread.
So the scene from 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue is, I am pretty certain, a prelude to more and more grass being ripped up by the First Lady’s chilling commands. Until there is no grass left. Just “garden.”
And then “garden” planted in—you guessed it—cotton!
And the workers in the “garden” will be all white people, stupid liberal white people who will think it actually a privilege to be able to work for the Dark Lady and Laddie. And the overseers, er, excuse me, "attendants" will all be black.
Those that don't find her garden to be to their liking will find themselves studying grim gray stone walls--from the inside. And they shouldn't be surprised if the lights mysteriously and often flicker and fade.
And Miss Michelle Herself will spend many a precious moment, sitting up on the Truman Balcony, sipping venom and cackling, and always savoring watching the debasing spectacle of America humiliating itself in front of her, and for her, and because of her.
“Here’s a little reminder to all you whities. What we got here is REPARATIONS!” you’ll hear her screeching at odd hours.
Venezuelan tourists, specially transported here from that workers’ paradise to the south, will marvel at what a determined and implacable hatred can really accomplish, so long as you have a media that thinks just like her. And which thinks that they will never be ensnared by the rotten system they've created.
Yes, Miss Michelle be livin’ large in Tara (it’s only a matter of time till all the black servants in that big house are required to wear white face makeup an step lively, REAL lively when they approach Big Mama)!
And it starts with a simple, oh-so-sweet, little garden.
The Children's Garden.
The Garden Sinister.
You jes' wait.
Some "victory," eh?
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Disney Dog Crap
How can you tell when a culture has truly become debased?
Come on. It’s a fair question. Most of us believe this, but we don’t have a specific hook to hang our “Debased” hat on.
Well, Solomon is here to tell you that is when children’s entertainment has been perverted to support an unholy agenda. And that is what has happened in the land of the formerly free. Proof? Beverly Hills Chihuahua, from the poisoned minds at Disney.
I have to tell you, Solomon was actually looking forward to seeing this trifle as a Friday evening divertissement featuring dogs. Solomon, who usually prefers his entertainments to be somewhat challenging to the intellect, can occasionally cotton up to mindless nonsense occasionally.
But he didn’t think that such simple thing as a Disney dog movie would provoke such a visceral spasm of rage in him. For what he saw was not an entertaining dog movie, but proof of how low the cultural thieves have sunk to destroying what was once good.
Now, any Disney animal movie is going to have a degree of anthropomorphism involved—there would be a heckuva lot fewer cartoons if this were not so. So, we are all acculturated to accept this concept.
But within bounds. BHC went WAY over the line and plunked down solidly into Stalinist/Nazi Propaganda Land. It is actually telling kids how evil America and white people and capitalists are, for God’s sake! It is trying to turn our kids against the greatness that is America!
Lest you think Solomon himself has perhaps suffered a mishap to the “Proportional” side of his brain, let me walk you through this most problematic of movies.
Brush aside silly inconsistencies and unrealities as dogs tolerating booties and people being able to take dogs back and forth across the Mexican-American border. Plot exigencies sometimes requires us to swallow such things.
And we know from the get-go that the animals are, since they are going to speak, going to be anthropomorphized. OK. But are we going to totally remove their dogness in the process? That is exactly what happens here. These are NOT!!!! dogs. Though they wear the outward form of too-cute Chihuahuas (Solomon must fondly confess to owning a Chihuahua, but she is one who, because of slipshod breeding, is really a Chalupa, not a full-blooded Chihuahua), these Disney "dogs" do not display one bit of canine thinking or behavior. They think and behave—are you ready?—like human beings! Totally!
So we must analyze them as human beings, and not dogs. This movie is not going to teach you anything about dogs. It’s not going to produce any “How precious” moments, for those moments have been manipulated with CG effects. No, there’s no real dog story here at all. The dogs were the misused vehicles to promote a Leftist agenda.
What we are faced with is a young white American girl who, despite having been raised in a privileged environment, has absolutely no social class or dignity at all. Everything about her is insulting and, more important, demeaning to American white women. She looks down on all people of color or the working class with an insensitivity that even an ancien regime French aristocrat could not have pulled off.
She is the ugliest of Ugly Americans. Her aunt, a mindless mogul of millions, who does not a scintilla of real work, paper or otherwise, creates endless acts of animal cruelty and human cruelty and fauna cruelty, subjecting everything near her to be twisted out of its intended shape and destiny and into something that only a mindless moron at Disney (or a sinister apparatchik at the Overlord Simian’s bunker) could find airy and amusing.
This is not amusing. This is horrifying. This is Dr. Mengele making brown eyes blue with painful ocular injections. This is EVIL!
Oh, but it’s just for kids, for God’s sake! Of course it is.
The two Chihuahuas represent the humans. The female Chloe is white; the male Papi is brown. Gee, and the American girl is white and spoiled and contemptible, and the Mexican “landscaper” is (well, not brown, but could maybe be Hispanic) down-to-earth, hard-working, creative, honest, noble.
No stereotypes here, are there? Well, not exactly stereotypes unless you are a full-blown Stalinist who subscribes to the idea that all Capitalists are manipulating and marauding harridans, that all American whites are Nazi Supremacists, and that all people from other countries are down-trodden and worth all the rest.
Of course, white girl has to come to her senses (Chloe, the dog, when she drops her spangly booty off the train; white girl, when she realizes that Mexican guy might be a good lay—Hey! I didn’t write this script—that’s what it’s all about—white girls have to find third-worlders to fulfill their sexual fantasies). When she does, Mother Theresa would have looked cruel by comparison.
Message: Americans must throw off their addiction to capitalism and racial cruelty and they will be liberated, just as Che Guevara liberated so many (alas, liberated them from the land of living) to lead truly ennobled lives of selflessness.
Cue the twinkling birds of Cinderella.
This movie was written by and produced by people who have an agenda to subvert America and your kids. They promulgate that whites, capitalism, and America are bad, bad, bad, and that third-world poverty is oh-so-blessed and ennobling.
This movie is bad entertainment but even worse in its subversive subtext. Don’t buy into the crap that this is just a Chihuahua representation of Paris Hilton goes third world. There’s nothing satirical about this movie.
It is sinister.
Don’t let your children watch it. Unless with you, and let them hear you loud and clear scream against the Commie Marxists Who Betray Us All!
Come on. It’s a fair question. Most of us believe this, but we don’t have a specific hook to hang our “Debased” hat on.
Well, Solomon is here to tell you that is when children’s entertainment has been perverted to support an unholy agenda. And that is what has happened in the land of the formerly free. Proof? Beverly Hills Chihuahua, from the poisoned minds at Disney.
I have to tell you, Solomon was actually looking forward to seeing this trifle as a Friday evening divertissement featuring dogs. Solomon, who usually prefers his entertainments to be somewhat challenging to the intellect, can occasionally cotton up to mindless nonsense occasionally.
But he didn’t think that such simple thing as a Disney dog movie would provoke such a visceral spasm of rage in him. For what he saw was not an entertaining dog movie, but proof of how low the cultural thieves have sunk to destroying what was once good.
Now, any Disney animal movie is going to have a degree of anthropomorphism involved—there would be a heckuva lot fewer cartoons if this were not so. So, we are all acculturated to accept this concept.
But within bounds. BHC went WAY over the line and plunked down solidly into Stalinist/Nazi Propaganda Land. It is actually telling kids how evil America and white people and capitalists are, for God’s sake! It is trying to turn our kids against the greatness that is America!
Lest you think Solomon himself has perhaps suffered a mishap to the “Proportional” side of his brain, let me walk you through this most problematic of movies.
Brush aside silly inconsistencies and unrealities as dogs tolerating booties and people being able to take dogs back and forth across the Mexican-American border. Plot exigencies sometimes requires us to swallow such things.
And we know from the get-go that the animals are, since they are going to speak, going to be anthropomorphized. OK. But are we going to totally remove their dogness in the process? That is exactly what happens here. These are NOT!!!! dogs. Though they wear the outward form of too-cute Chihuahuas (Solomon must fondly confess to owning a Chihuahua, but she is one who, because of slipshod breeding, is really a Chalupa, not a full-blooded Chihuahua), these Disney "dogs" do not display one bit of canine thinking or behavior. They think and behave—are you ready?—like human beings! Totally!
So we must analyze them as human beings, and not dogs. This movie is not going to teach you anything about dogs. It’s not going to produce any “How precious” moments, for those moments have been manipulated with CG effects. No, there’s no real dog story here at all. The dogs were the misused vehicles to promote a Leftist agenda.
What we are faced with is a young white American girl who, despite having been raised in a privileged environment, has absolutely no social class or dignity at all. Everything about her is insulting and, more important, demeaning to American white women. She looks down on all people of color or the working class with an insensitivity that even an ancien regime French aristocrat could not have pulled off.
She is the ugliest of Ugly Americans. Her aunt, a mindless mogul of millions, who does not a scintilla of real work, paper or otherwise, creates endless acts of animal cruelty and human cruelty and fauna cruelty, subjecting everything near her to be twisted out of its intended shape and destiny and into something that only a mindless moron at Disney (or a sinister apparatchik at the Overlord Simian’s bunker) could find airy and amusing.
This is not amusing. This is horrifying. This is Dr. Mengele making brown eyes blue with painful ocular injections. This is EVIL!
Oh, but it’s just for kids, for God’s sake! Of course it is.
The two Chihuahuas represent the humans. The female Chloe is white; the male Papi is brown. Gee, and the American girl is white and spoiled and contemptible, and the Mexican “landscaper” is (well, not brown, but could maybe be Hispanic) down-to-earth, hard-working, creative, honest, noble.
No stereotypes here, are there? Well, not exactly stereotypes unless you are a full-blown Stalinist who subscribes to the idea that all Capitalists are manipulating and marauding harridans, that all American whites are Nazi Supremacists, and that all people from other countries are down-trodden and worth all the rest.
Of course, white girl has to come to her senses (Chloe, the dog, when she drops her spangly booty off the train; white girl, when she realizes that Mexican guy might be a good lay—Hey! I didn’t write this script—that’s what it’s all about—white girls have to find third-worlders to fulfill their sexual fantasies). When she does, Mother Theresa would have looked cruel by comparison.
Message: Americans must throw off their addiction to capitalism and racial cruelty and they will be liberated, just as Che Guevara liberated so many (alas, liberated them from the land of living) to lead truly ennobled lives of selflessness.
Cue the twinkling birds of Cinderella.
This movie was written by and produced by people who have an agenda to subvert America and your kids. They promulgate that whites, capitalism, and America are bad, bad, bad, and that third-world poverty is oh-so-blessed and ennobling.
This movie is bad entertainment but even worse in its subversive subtext. Don’t buy into the crap that this is just a Chihuahua representation of Paris Hilton goes third world. There’s nothing satirical about this movie.
It is sinister.
Don’t let your children watch it. Unless with you, and let them hear you loud and clear scream against the Commie Marxists Who Betray Us All!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Ain't Nuttin' 'Rong wit Bein' Racist
And What’s Wrong with Racism?
Everyone in this country is secretly snarling under an enforced cloak of “respectability” that the worst among us has forced to be worn.
It has become Accepted Conventional Wisdom that racism is an atavistic, Neanderthal way of thinking, that education and acculturalization can and have taken away. Expressions of racism are not to be tolerated (Note to Mark Fuhrman—Should’ve manned up, there, boy! It wouldn’t have made an iota of difference to THAT jury!) because they are bad, wicked, unenlightened, and wrong.
Well, sorry to disagree with the Accepted Conventional Wisdom, but racism is actually good, and failure to express it, or, more correctly, failure to be able to express it, is like putting the proverbial potato in the exhaust pipe—when she blows, she’ll blow everything with it, engine and all.
Now, Solomon wants you to think about how our society is structured. We are supposed to be supportive of our families, to the point of triumphing over other families. Same goes with schools, organizations, work places, teams, and countries.
But when it comes to two areas, the ACW (aka, the Stalinist Left), such triumphalism is not only not good but is not to be tolerated, to the point of death (metaphorical or, I suppose, if they had their way, actual).
Those areas are race and religion.
Try expressing publicly the idea that you believe that the Christian religion is superior to those gutter religions of Judaism and Islam and see how you are applauded by fellow Christians. Hah! They will slink back into some dark hole where they believe they won’t be tarred with the same stick that you are going to get tarred with.
But if you think THAT is going to cause apoplectic convulsions, try uttering the belief that your race is superior to others, that other races are, by their very nature, inferior—and you don’t mean politically or morally, just mean that, by comparison, they are children of a lesser god.
Yet, if a black man asserts that he is superior to me in the matter of basketball and dance, not only will I not argue with him—I will whole-heartedly agree. And we will both laugh about it. I am a dreadfully earth-bound white guy.
So why is it so shocking when I assert that intellectually I am superior, able to reason better, able to govern better than he? I am. I have never known a black person to be as intelligent as I. Shouldn’t we both be able to agree that this is true and sit back and laugh about it?
I do not say, in saying this, that I am deserving of special legal treatment or that I have earned a special berth ahead of him in the train to heaven—I merely am asserting a truth of nature.
Asians have a capacity for business, acrobatics (see Cirque de Soleil), and arithmetic repetitiveness that I, nor any of my fellow white travelers, do not have—except in rare circumstances.
And if any of you who are reading this have never seen an American Indian physically move things, then you have no idea of what real strength and determination are.
Each race has its peculiar superiorities, and these superiorities are the envy of the other races. That is why it is incumbent upon each race to push its own superiority as the most desirable of all—whether or not they really believe it. It is a part of what we have all been brought up to believe—We’re Number One. Our Team Is Best! We Are the Champions, My Friend.
We know that we are not the champions, the best, in all fields—dammit! So touting our own race’s superiority is really an admission that ours is not one that is superior--in every realm. We need all the races--in order to be complete and whole and perfect.
Dammit to hell! We need to be racists and we need other races. Quelle conundrum!
Racism is an expression of what is good in ourselves and those like us, but it is also an acceptance of the greatness of all other races and the acceptance of our own deficiencies. Thus, it is an ackowledgement of their superiority--in certain areas.
Let’s stop muzzling this honest expression of pride in being superior to others—just let’s keep in mind that we are only superior is SOME ways, not all.
So let's encourage our kids and everyone else to be racists. It is the ultimate tool to achieve self-esteem (that elusive leprechaun of the Left) and to achieve tolerance (that other elusive fairy of the Left). Give the Left what they so desire--RACISM!!!! An answer to all problems.
Three cheers for Racism!
Everyone in this country is secretly snarling under an enforced cloak of “respectability” that the worst among us has forced to be worn.
It has become Accepted Conventional Wisdom that racism is an atavistic, Neanderthal way of thinking, that education and acculturalization can and have taken away. Expressions of racism are not to be tolerated (Note to Mark Fuhrman—Should’ve manned up, there, boy! It wouldn’t have made an iota of difference to THAT jury!) because they are bad, wicked, unenlightened, and wrong.
Well, sorry to disagree with the Accepted Conventional Wisdom, but racism is actually good, and failure to express it, or, more correctly, failure to be able to express it, is like putting the proverbial potato in the exhaust pipe—when she blows, she’ll blow everything with it, engine and all.
Now, Solomon wants you to think about how our society is structured. We are supposed to be supportive of our families, to the point of triumphing over other families. Same goes with schools, organizations, work places, teams, and countries.
But when it comes to two areas, the ACW (aka, the Stalinist Left), such triumphalism is not only not good but is not to be tolerated, to the point of death (metaphorical or, I suppose, if they had their way, actual).
Those areas are race and religion.
Try expressing publicly the idea that you believe that the Christian religion is superior to those gutter religions of Judaism and Islam and see how you are applauded by fellow Christians. Hah! They will slink back into some dark hole where they believe they won’t be tarred with the same stick that you are going to get tarred with.
But if you think THAT is going to cause apoplectic convulsions, try uttering the belief that your race is superior to others, that other races are, by their very nature, inferior—and you don’t mean politically or morally, just mean that, by comparison, they are children of a lesser god.
Yet, if a black man asserts that he is superior to me in the matter of basketball and dance, not only will I not argue with him—I will whole-heartedly agree. And we will both laugh about it. I am a dreadfully earth-bound white guy.
So why is it so shocking when I assert that intellectually I am superior, able to reason better, able to govern better than he? I am. I have never known a black person to be as intelligent as I. Shouldn’t we both be able to agree that this is true and sit back and laugh about it?
I do not say, in saying this, that I am deserving of special legal treatment or that I have earned a special berth ahead of him in the train to heaven—I merely am asserting a truth of nature.
Asians have a capacity for business, acrobatics (see Cirque de Soleil), and arithmetic repetitiveness that I, nor any of my fellow white travelers, do not have—except in rare circumstances.
And if any of you who are reading this have never seen an American Indian physically move things, then you have no idea of what real strength and determination are.
Each race has its peculiar superiorities, and these superiorities are the envy of the other races. That is why it is incumbent upon each race to push its own superiority as the most desirable of all—whether or not they really believe it. It is a part of what we have all been brought up to believe—We’re Number One. Our Team Is Best! We Are the Champions, My Friend.
We know that we are not the champions, the best, in all fields—dammit! So touting our own race’s superiority is really an admission that ours is not one that is superior--in every realm. We need all the races--in order to be complete and whole and perfect.
Dammit to hell! We need to be racists and we need other races. Quelle conundrum!
Racism is an expression of what is good in ourselves and those like us, but it is also an acceptance of the greatness of all other races and the acceptance of our own deficiencies. Thus, it is an ackowledgement of their superiority--in certain areas.
Let’s stop muzzling this honest expression of pride in being superior to others—just let’s keep in mind that we are only superior is SOME ways, not all.
So let's encourage our kids and everyone else to be racists. It is the ultimate tool to achieve self-esteem (that elusive leprechaun of the Left) and to achieve tolerance (that other elusive fairy of the Left). Give the Left what they so desire--RACISM!!!! An answer to all problems.
Three cheers for Racism!
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Fairies of Obamaland
It can’t JUST be me who has noticed that there is…um, how should we say?...a fey little fluttering of wings in the White House of one B. Hussein Obama, could it?
I have detected for some time a heavy whiff of lavender-scented sachet being wafted on the currents that emanate from those who have surrounded the Negro-in-Charge. From such gushy, unmanly supporters such as Chris Matthews and Keith Olberman, we have gotten very unsettling proclamations of homo-eroticism.
Not that there’s anything wrong with homo-eroticism, of course.
Well, nothing wrong with it unless it is helping to destroy the America that has been the beacon of the world for all these years.
I am telling you that there are fairies in the White House, but these aren’t the cute little ones that Shakespeare envisioned in Midsummer Night’s Dream. These are the fairies that infested—and destroyed—the Nazi Third Reich!
Hitler was surrounded by fairies—my God! Who but a fairy could have designed all those butch SS uniforms and all that homo-erotic symbolism attached to the Evil Reich?
Fairies surround themselves in a world of hyper-masculinity, a fantasy-land designed by Tom of Finland (check it out on-line if you don’t know the reference). That way, they can PLAY at being men without actually BEING men. And fairies are nothing if not spectacular in designing the accoutrements of a hyper-masculine world.
I want you to think “Rahm Emanuel.” Here is a poseur of masculinity who bristles with Jewish brutishness but who sashays with Chicago fagishness. He likes to come across as tough as an elephant’s ass, but he actually has the simpering vulnerability of a prairie buttercup.
And then there are the Hillary fairies, Begala and Carville. All bluster, but tinged with dusting powder from Big Mama’s sweaty cracks. They lick when they are told. And now they have to ingest the effluvia from the man-child monkey—and his harridan spouse, she of the lesbian arms and ass.
Have you ever seen a fairy more powdered and preening than the current press secretary? His bulky beam would strain the structure of the gossamer wings of fairies of yore, yet still he would sail upon the sultry main, singing the hosannas to the Obamas.
Yes, the discomfiture you feel about the whole situation you see in America arises from the creepiness of fairyland. Fairies, you see, can and do carry guns and subpoenas.
I have detected for some time a heavy whiff of lavender-scented sachet being wafted on the currents that emanate from those who have surrounded the Negro-in-Charge. From such gushy, unmanly supporters such as Chris Matthews and Keith Olberman, we have gotten very unsettling proclamations of homo-eroticism.
Not that there’s anything wrong with homo-eroticism, of course.
Well, nothing wrong with it unless it is helping to destroy the America that has been the beacon of the world for all these years.
I am telling you that there are fairies in the White House, but these aren’t the cute little ones that Shakespeare envisioned in Midsummer Night’s Dream. These are the fairies that infested—and destroyed—the Nazi Third Reich!
Hitler was surrounded by fairies—my God! Who but a fairy could have designed all those butch SS uniforms and all that homo-erotic symbolism attached to the Evil Reich?
Fairies surround themselves in a world of hyper-masculinity, a fantasy-land designed by Tom of Finland (check it out on-line if you don’t know the reference). That way, they can PLAY at being men without actually BEING men. And fairies are nothing if not spectacular in designing the accoutrements of a hyper-masculine world.
I want you to think “Rahm Emanuel.” Here is a poseur of masculinity who bristles with Jewish brutishness but who sashays with Chicago fagishness. He likes to come across as tough as an elephant’s ass, but he actually has the simpering vulnerability of a prairie buttercup.
And then there are the Hillary fairies, Begala and Carville. All bluster, but tinged with dusting powder from Big Mama’s sweaty cracks. They lick when they are told. And now they have to ingest the effluvia from the man-child monkey—and his harridan spouse, she of the lesbian arms and ass.
Have you ever seen a fairy more powdered and preening than the current press secretary? His bulky beam would strain the structure of the gossamer wings of fairies of yore, yet still he would sail upon the sultry main, singing the hosannas to the Obamas.
Yes, the discomfiture you feel about the whole situation you see in America arises from the creepiness of fairyland. Fairies, you see, can and do carry guns and subpoenas.
Monkey See, Monkey Read
He speaketh well? Methinks NOT!
I have had it up to HERE with people who should know better saying that Obama is a gifted speaker. Have we lowered our standards so low that we are willing to say such outrageous lies?
Winston Churchill was a gifted speaker. Ronald Reagan was a gifted speaker. Margaret Thatcher was a gifted speaker. But our Othello is not even good, let alone gifted. He’s a stuttering fool who cannot do anything but turn his head left then turn his head right. His cadences are of someone reading from a Tele-prompter situated on poles to, quelle suprise!, the left and the right.
Six syllables to the right, six syllables to the left. Inappropriate voice rises like a poor poetry reading (poetry, that is, that has rhythm and rhyme, not the crap that passes for poetry nowadays).
Our Obama’s an automaton who reads what white guys have written. When you become aware that he never faces the front, possibly you might think at first that he is trying to distract you from his misshapen monkey ears. But that is not what is going on.
He is a trapped creature trying to please his masters who own him—his handlers, his moneymen, and the media—swinging his head endlessly back and forth from one printed plate of glass to the other, inflecting monotonously and inappropriately because—HE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT THE HELL HE’S READING!!!
At the press conferences, his “spontaneous” thoughts are being speed-written by his owners behind the scenes. If the system goes down, the press conference will be immediately disrupted by some need for him to be called away, mark my words. This monkey cannot speak on his own.
Why are so many otherwise intelligent people giving this a pass? Well, first of all, after the bumbling extemporanea of the Bush years, everyone is yearning for articulateness. And the Democrats know this, and they are committed to providing everyone with this quality, of course, so that their agenda can get advanced.
And in Obama, they thought they had the genuine article. But reality just had to go and rear its ugly head. Their unassailable, articulate Negro was a halting, inarticulate boob that was painful to witness. So they had to quickly provide the ILLUSION of articulateness, and that is what we’re seeing/hearing now.
Easy, they thought. Hell, FDR got away with being unable to walk without people knowing it for all those years. We only have to have this poor doofus read for eight years. No one will ever catch on that he can’t speak, let alone HAVE, a real thought on his own.
But this charade is already starting to fall apart, even with the collusion of so many rich and powerful people in controlling places. He can’t stand alone! He’s attached to technological strings! The Puppet Obama--like those clever voice prompts that talk to you so often today and which try oh-so-hard to give the illusion of being real people, not disembodied, carefully thought out scripts—ain’t going to convince even his Stepford supporters too much longer.
Nazi sympathizer and radical totalitarian supporter George Soros has probably already realized that his Negro has no pleasing patter to fall back upon when push comes to shove. And the pushing and shoving is just getting started. Soros has got himself an unsympathetic but solipsistic and narcissistic liability on his hands.
When publics turn, they turn quickly—and viciously. And this little man is going to find himself having to be wrapped in a Beltway Cocoon that will eventually be deprived of oxygen.
Oh, yes, I am saying that the Democratic establishment is going to turn ugly and start ripping this scarecrow to pieces, and that horrible hag of a wife of his, too. (Sidebar: Style, indeed! If she has style, it is all the style of a tropical mud village. Those bare arms are manly—probably from having to hold up and defend the guy she’s married to.)
Every day, Obamita appears more and more out of touch and out of tune with reality. You know that the military sneers at him behind his back—they are forbidden to criticize him, otherwise we’ll be holding our breaths for a military coup d’etat.
When one is looking for guidance in one’s own time, he can not do better than look back at the Roman Empire and find its parallels. They, more than any other civilization, went through everything. So it is fitting to seek knowledge from what happened to the Empire when an emperor or other ruler felt himself to be more important than the empire itself. So, would the Secret Service take a bullet for Obama? Yes, the way Caligula’s Praetorian Guard protected that Roman Emperor who also thought of himself as divine.
Do not underestimate the pleasure that most people will feel, albeit perhaps disguised under crocodile tears, with the sudden demise of a man-who-would-be-god. Let’s not forget, there was a deliciousness even in the blood that ran at the base of Pompey’s statue in the Roman Senate.
Bring on the poisoned pears! And even more for the bare-armed lady with the fat ass!
I have had it up to HERE with people who should know better saying that Obama is a gifted speaker. Have we lowered our standards so low that we are willing to say such outrageous lies?
Winston Churchill was a gifted speaker. Ronald Reagan was a gifted speaker. Margaret Thatcher was a gifted speaker. But our Othello is not even good, let alone gifted. He’s a stuttering fool who cannot do anything but turn his head left then turn his head right. His cadences are of someone reading from a Tele-prompter situated on poles to, quelle suprise!, the left and the right.
Six syllables to the right, six syllables to the left. Inappropriate voice rises like a poor poetry reading (poetry, that is, that has rhythm and rhyme, not the crap that passes for poetry nowadays).
Our Obama’s an automaton who reads what white guys have written. When you become aware that he never faces the front, possibly you might think at first that he is trying to distract you from his misshapen monkey ears. But that is not what is going on.
He is a trapped creature trying to please his masters who own him—his handlers, his moneymen, and the media—swinging his head endlessly back and forth from one printed plate of glass to the other, inflecting monotonously and inappropriately because—HE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT THE HELL HE’S READING!!!
At the press conferences, his “spontaneous” thoughts are being speed-written by his owners behind the scenes. If the system goes down, the press conference will be immediately disrupted by some need for him to be called away, mark my words. This monkey cannot speak on his own.
Why are so many otherwise intelligent people giving this a pass? Well, first of all, after the bumbling extemporanea of the Bush years, everyone is yearning for articulateness. And the Democrats know this, and they are committed to providing everyone with this quality, of course, so that their agenda can get advanced.
And in Obama, they thought they had the genuine article. But reality just had to go and rear its ugly head. Their unassailable, articulate Negro was a halting, inarticulate boob that was painful to witness. So they had to quickly provide the ILLUSION of articulateness, and that is what we’re seeing/hearing now.
Easy, they thought. Hell, FDR got away with being unable to walk without people knowing it for all those years. We only have to have this poor doofus read for eight years. No one will ever catch on that he can’t speak, let alone HAVE, a real thought on his own.
But this charade is already starting to fall apart, even with the collusion of so many rich and powerful people in controlling places. He can’t stand alone! He’s attached to technological strings! The Puppet Obama--like those clever voice prompts that talk to you so often today and which try oh-so-hard to give the illusion of being real people, not disembodied, carefully thought out scripts—ain’t going to convince even his Stepford supporters too much longer.
Nazi sympathizer and radical totalitarian supporter George Soros has probably already realized that his Negro has no pleasing patter to fall back upon when push comes to shove. And the pushing and shoving is just getting started. Soros has got himself an unsympathetic but solipsistic and narcissistic liability on his hands.
When publics turn, they turn quickly—and viciously. And this little man is going to find himself having to be wrapped in a Beltway Cocoon that will eventually be deprived of oxygen.
Oh, yes, I am saying that the Democratic establishment is going to turn ugly and start ripping this scarecrow to pieces, and that horrible hag of a wife of his, too. (Sidebar: Style, indeed! If she has style, it is all the style of a tropical mud village. Those bare arms are manly—probably from having to hold up and defend the guy she’s married to.)
Every day, Obamita appears more and more out of touch and out of tune with reality. You know that the military sneers at him behind his back—they are forbidden to criticize him, otherwise we’ll be holding our breaths for a military coup d’etat.
When one is looking for guidance in one’s own time, he can not do better than look back at the Roman Empire and find its parallels. They, more than any other civilization, went through everything. So it is fitting to seek knowledge from what happened to the Empire when an emperor or other ruler felt himself to be more important than the empire itself. So, would the Secret Service take a bullet for Obama? Yes, the way Caligula’s Praetorian Guard protected that Roman Emperor who also thought of himself as divine.
Do not underestimate the pleasure that most people will feel, albeit perhaps disguised under crocodile tears, with the sudden demise of a man-who-would-be-god. Let’s not forget, there was a deliciousness even in the blood that ran at the base of Pompey’s statue in the Roman Senate.
Bring on the poisoned pears! And even more for the bare-armed lady with the fat ass!
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