Like a medicine man selling his annual snake-oil to the American people, Obama used the SOTUS and the help of his Marxist shills to once again sell his fraudulent goods. Just like any good play, the foundation was laid, the approach carefully prepared, the scheme exposed, the pay-offs made, the dénouement or crisis declared, and the corroboration set in motion.
Obama’s dramatic monologue on Tuesday night to his audience of dulcet Democrats reached a frenzied climax when he revealed his dénouement for the year ahead, that climate change is America’s greatest threat.
I was very relieved to learn that Mother Earth’s body heat is my biggest threat. Now I can stop polishing my gun and get back to those slow breathing Yoga exercises that will help reduce the carbon emissions that I am producing. Not only will I be saving the world, I will be getting physically fit, and then maybe Michelle Obama will stop spending my taxes on expensive choreographed “Sproutz” dance numbers that feature gays dressed up to look like broccoli.
When Je Suis John Fonda Kerry summed up the climate change threat, he referred to those of us who do not buy the climate claims as “members of the Flat Earth Society” who are “risking nothing less than the future of the entire planet” by resisting implementation of the administration’s policies. He too believes that “Climate change is directly related to the potential of greater conflict and greater instability.” “I’m telling you that there are people in parts of the world in Africa today, they fight each other over water.”
Such a naive statesman, that Kerry…even I know that you do not fight over water when you do not have a head. Those piles of bodies murdered by the Boko Haram jihadist’s are just dying to have their heads re-attached so they can fight over a gulp of water.
I can only imagine how our Commander-in-chief plans to rescue us from the threat of being too hot. Will the Pentagon start handing out free G-strings to keep us all safe and cool? If so, think of the gruesome ‘nuclear’ fallout from that! Walmart will become so R-rated that holy water will have to be offered at each entrance, Michelle will be exposing us all to who knows what…certainly some kind of unimaginable overflow coming out of her G-string, and Harry Reid will be sporting a government sponsored G-string in place of an eye patch, all the better to see us with. Oh, the horrors of climate change!
As the Obama Monologues play out, members of the Flat Earth Society should be thankful and relieved that our government has got our back and has made the calamitous climate threat our number one priority. Whew. After all, no American wants to hear the Islamist terrorists who have set up camp in America shout “Allah Abracadabra” “I heat up, I can’t cool down” while chasing us with a Machete.
John Fonda Kerry has done us proud again. In an effort to apologize for Obama’s inept response to France’s call for solidarity, Kerry brought the White House minstrel to serenade the French with “We’ve Got a friend.” I am sure that struck a political chord with the sophisticated French.
Before arriving in Paris, Kerry said of the trip, “My visit to France is basically to share a big hug for Paris and express the affection of the American people for France and for our friends there who have been through a terrible time.”
The French gave us the Statue of Liberty as a gift of friendship…we give them a box of Luv’s, Huggie’s, Pamper’s (figuratively speaking) and a musical performance. Kerry’s uncomfortable swaying back and forth during the love fest led most to believe that Kerry had also brought with him a box of Depends.
Could it be that Kerry make the trip so that fellow Massachusetts friend and song writer James Taylor might benefit from a plethora of free publicity for his scheduled French tour in March? Was it a magnanimous diplomatic gesture that had nothing to do with helping the French in their time of need, but had all the earmarks of one elitist helping another? What did Kerry whisper into Taylor’s ear… “the American taxpayer’s who funded your promotional trip are stupid suckers?”
Perhaps a more appropriate song and message from Obama to the French people should have been Taylor’s “Steamroller.” “Well, I’m a steamroller, baby, I’m bound to roll all over you. Well, I’m a cement mixer for you, baby, a churning urn of burning funk. Well, I’m a demolition derby, yes, a heft hunk of steam junk. Now, I’m a napalm bomb baby, just guaranteed to blow your mind.”
Obama and his Secretary of State continue to embarrass the American people; two churning urns of burning political funk who now have their French allies saying, what a tacky, awkward ‘Faux pas’; neophyte napalm guaranteed to blow your mind!
I wonder if the French are now humming the words to the 1976 song of the year, sung by Judy Collins, “Send in the Clowns?” The American people are.
During a recent interview with one of his sycophants at the New York Times, Obama’s lips formed a truth, that conservatives are the greatest threat to the nation. The only thing is, he should have added a comma and finished the sentence; “conservatives are the greatest threat to the nation, because they are tired of my lying, race-baiting, Islamic sympathizing, ungodly, disrespectful ways and intend to do something about it!”
“The only force that can weaken us….is us.” mused Obama.
Mr. President, please be careful when using the term “us” to explain America’s weakness. You, Mr. President, are the singular weak force that has brought a whole new meaning to the role of Commander-in-chief, a position once viewed with respect, but now looked at as nothing more than a cover-up for a guileless amateur masquerading as a leader. Christians refuse to accept and participate in your evil antics because their righteous Commander-in-chief is Jesus Christ, not some immature, egotistical pot head who happened to get elected because the Grand Old Party (GOP) is led by a bunch of insular ‘good old boy’ politicians who could not figure out how to outsmart the opposition, energize their base, and win the last two elections against a “Bucky Barack Beaver” circus star with a bright white Ipana smile.
“Our politics are dysfunctional… societies don’t work if political factions take maximalist positions,” said Obama, who repeatedly claims to be a moderate stymied by the GOP’s supposed obstructionism and radicalism.
Maximalist positions? GOP obstructionism and radicalism?…only in our fondest dreams Mr. President. Conservative Americans go to bed every night hoping and praying that the GOP leadership will grow some “character” and become our radical heroes in the fight to save America from her downward spiral into your “Grave New World”…but as they say, only in our dreams.
“And the more diverse the country is, the less it can afford to take maximalist positions” …said you.
Just what IS your position? Je suis un lâche, Mr President?
Je suis un lâche, “I am a coward,” a fitting description for a Commander-in-chief who does not hesitate to send our sons and daughters into dangerous battlefields, but is afraid to attend a well securitized rally in France with other world leaders. A president who cowardly hides behind atheists, gays, feminists, environmentalists, communists and Muslims to do his dirty work. A president who will never take a “maximalist” position because he is too used to assuming the “missionary” position.
Je suis un lâche, Barack, we have you pegged, but we knew that all along.
The only force that can weaken America is you, Mr. President.
Fear is the condition of being afraid, either real or imagined. Fear can paralyze the mind, causing it to wither and cower like a flower starved for water. However, if fear is looked at from a virtuous and discerning eye, the emotional time bomb called fear can instead be used in a positive way to launch an explosive, life changing moment that can better life, rather than cripple it.
We are now at a moment in history when fear is defining the future of America. It is a time when cowardly retreat is too often uttered, either directly or indirectly from the lips of our Commander-in-Chief, utterances that our Forefathers would have deemed treasonous.
Economic hardship from debilitating legislation, mounting national debt, eco-terrorism targeting our farms, clandestine police state surveillance, the humiliating desecration of our time- honored military, the government’s disdain for the First and Second Amendments, the opening of our borders to people who prefer not to assimilate, and Obama’s transparent partiality toward Allah and not the one true God who founded this great nation, are indeed all things to fear, but will cowardice solve these problems?
Our flag and everything it represents is being figuratively desecrated at the hands of those who detest the conservative values that helped America become the beacon of light for the world. Morally corrupt leaders speak for the politically correct few. Ethical standards are almost nonexistent; pride and profit the selfish motive, integrity and righteousness perceived deterrents to fame and success. America’s foundation was based on sacred honor, an honor based on honesty, unselfishness, and courage, courage that helped propel the ‘Home of the Brave’ to new heights. Where would America be without the heroism of George Washington? Where would America be without the unselfish courage of those brave men and women who love America and their freedom enough to give up their lives for it? Where would America be without the ordinary hard- working citizens who for generations have fueled the economy and taught their young to gratefully hold their hands over their hearts while singing the National Anthem?
Obama’s ‘Brave New World’ is ironically often referred to by progressives as the era of hope and change, but to Americans who drink from the well of life, and not the well of fear and intimidation, Obama’s political world is a ‘Grave New World’ that must be stopped.
2015 will be the year that our children and grandchildren will refer to as the year the American people exemplified the lyrics in the “The Home of the Brave,” the year when the hearts and souls of American’s will embrace the ‘fear’ time bomb and lob it back at the enemy.
On Tuesday, January 20th, Obama will deliver his sixth State of the Union address. As we have learned from the past he will deliver more false promises; words spoken under a cornice engraved with the words “In God We Trust.” We the People” trust that in the coming year, God will strengthen the fearful, disgrace the arrogant, and once again allow America to flourish and shine under His righteous grace.
“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. All who rage against you will surely be ashamed and disgraced; those who oppose you will be as nothing and perish. Isaiah 41: 10-11
Recently, the above photo popped up in my e-mail. It depicts an ad from Nordstrum’s department store that showcases fashion designer Tom Ford’s latest lipstick line, ‘Lips and Boys’. Out of curiosity, I clicked on the provided link, thinking it had to be a marketing ploy to gain attention.Unfortunately, in ObamaWorld anything is a possibility and I soon discovered that ‘Lips and Boys’ was a new line of thirty-nine lipsticks filled with “rare and exotic ingredients” that produce an “incredibly smooth application.” Each lipstick is named after “characters” in Tom Ford’s life; Alasdhair, Blake, Casey, Cooper, Didier, Diego, Flynn, Francesco, Giacomo, Guillermo, Gustavo, Holden, Ian, Jack, James, John, Justin, Kyril, Leonardo, Liam, Luca, Luciano, Matthew, Olivier, Omar, Orlando, Pablo, Patrick, Pavlos, Peter, Preston, Rafael, Richard, Rory, Sebastian, Tomas, Wes, William and Xavier.
I have no doubt that these “Boys” are quite the “slicky, sticky, studs” and are glowing with glossy pride that they now have a creamy lipstick named after them, but I have to wonder how many non-feminists want to wonder what “Sebastion” did to Tom Ford to earn the murcky brown color they would be spreading all over their lips. The good news is that at $32 a stick, not too many teens will be able to afford “Jack” plum. The bad news is that Disney World now has a host of new “exotic” names to pick from for their next bigender children’s flick.
As we look forward to 2015, Obama’s hope for change will obviously continue to embrace political correctness and show up in our daily lives in unacceptable, reactionary ways. Aided and abetted by the media, slippery progressive politicians will continue to use their slick, loose lips to help sink our country. As we begin the new year, it is time to imagine lipsticks that would enhance and enable the lips of every conservative woman in America who is sick and tired of the lies that are compromising the futures of their children and Grandchildren.
“Tight Lips,” lipsticks would surely bring a smile to all those sad, neglected lips that are clearly not being heard! Lipsticks with suggestive names like; Bye Bye Barack, Munchie Michelle, Banal Biden, Runny Reid, Putrid Pelosi, Ketchup Kerry, Hemorrhoid Hillary, Segregation Sharpton, Jaded Jarrett and Earful Earnest would certainly keep quiet lips well agitated; plumped, and ready to get the necessary conservative message across. A companion line of lipliners including, Macabre Muslim, Communist Red, and Devil’s Delight would also help get those conservative tight lips flapping as well!
So this January 20th, while watching Barack’s sweaty shade of Teleprompter Taupe lips read the State of the Union Address, remember not to pout! Just pucker up in your best shade of Rebellious Red, gloss over with the shimmer of God’s spirit, and pledge to kiss the devil good-bye in 2015!
As one ages, birthday’s seem to occur more frequently, causing one to ask where the past year has gone. Then comes the glut of thoughts and self-reflection, introspection eager to explore all the angles, including unfulfilled dreams and hopeful wishes for the future. Birthdays offer a way to measure and weigh time; was it a productive year well spent, or were the days unproductive and heavily laden with wasted hours? After reviewing all of God’s timely trials and tribulations, it is the perfect time to receive one of his greatest gifts, the gift of wisdom, for the wisdom of hindsight is one of life’s greatest treasures.
As Jesus Christ prepares to celebrate his birthday on December 25th, 2014, will he be reflecting on an increased quality of life and time well- spent in America, or will he instead be shedding a tear for the Barack-like Babylonian behavior and waning of faith in him? Will Jesus be disappointed in the Christian “Can’t Do” attitude that he better defines as “Won’t Do?” Will Jesus continue to teach us in 2015, hoping for a spiritual revival, or will he decide to judge instead?
When looking back at 2014, it seems that many Americans have not wisely learned through history and hindsight that if we as a nation continue in the current direction, we are doomed for failure. The breakdown of the family unit, suppressive and stifling Government giveaways, racial division, political correctness, immorality and a visible snubbing of God are the devil’s lair, deceptive tools meant to break down the essential foundation of America and leave it in ruin’s.
This Christmas, more than ever, it is important to focus on Jesus Christ, his birth, our rebirth, and God’s greatest gift to humankind… faith! It is a time to think about the year ahead and be reminded that “fruitful” hope and change can only be orchestrated through God.
Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday Jesus! How Great Thou Art!
The Christmas season at our house was filled with it’s share of unique rituals. During the fifties, Christmas waited until Thanksgiving was over and then after that, the local Five & Dime store began to stock up on brightly colored sequins, glass tubes of glitter, styrofoam balls, velvet ribbons, Christmas tins and candies. Our dining room would then magically transform into a satellite of Santa’s workshop and a hub of creativity. Ornaments, Christmas cards, gingerbread house plans and platters of sugar cookies waiting to be decorated would consume every inch of the large oval table and for several days force our family to eat on tray tables in front of the TV, a real bonus for us five kid’s.
Mom’s rituals included purchasing a new Christmas apron, like my favorite, the see-through one with the reindeer pockets and dangly red pom- pom’s hanging from it’s zigzagged lower edge. It was a time when Mom began to increase her time spent behind closed doors to finish the Christmas sweaters she was making for me and my siblings, to wrap the stocking stuffers she had been collecting throughout the year, and to hide her carefully chosen Christmas presents in her closet. Mom’s rituals reached a frenzied peak when she would address us all while armed with a brand new ping pong paddle, (a plentiful item at the Five & Dime during the Christmas season) …minus the attached little red rubber ball, and give us all a stern warning to not go anywhere near her bedroom closet. In those days, visions of a paddling on a bare bum usually outweighed any of those storied visions of sugar plum fairies.
Dad worked in the basement and put the finishing touches on the wooden dollhouse, toy train or revitalized sled, got out the movie camera and its bar of seven gigantic lights to make sure they were in working order (the same lights that would make us all squint, tear up and make funny faces), and made the repeated dusty journey to the attic for the stored cardboard boxes containing our collection of Christmas decorations. We could easily tell when Dad’s rituals had reached their frenzied peak when his covert trips to the refrigerator to take sips of his “tainted” egg nog became much more frequent.
For us kid’s, the highlight of the Christmas rituals was picking out the tree and decorating it. The Christmas tree’s we purchased were never perfect and there was always that “hole” that needed to be directed toward the wall, like some disobedient child. After positioning the tree to everyone’s liking, my father would then begin to hum, the signal that he was ready to untangle the many strings of red, blue, green, yellow and white ‘large’ Christmas bulbs and clip them to the tree. Next, ruffles of red foil garland were swagged and then the Christmas angel took her prominent position at the very top. It was now our turn to dig into the boxes of ornaments and remember to hang the “unbreakable’s” on the bottom branches to make them black Labrador Retriever “tail proof.” Years worth of memories were hung and on display for all to enjoy; prompting grins, laughter and nostalgic sighs. Then with great aplomb and fanfare, my father dealt us each a box of tinsel, the treasured tinsel, the tinsel we were instructed to not just “throw on.” Slowly and deliberately, each long silvery strand was carefully draped so that every bough was covered in glistening, gaudy delight. It was a sight to behold, a radiant reflection of colors that sparkled and swayed with every movement we made. It was a bedecked, icy tree, a snow queen, that showered a supernatural-like glow over the nativity scene that had been placed on the snow blanket below.
Growing up with lead tinsel was special. During the fifties, tinsel, which emanates from the French word ‘estincele’ meaning “sparkle” was made from lead foil, a substance that had the perfect weight and shininess to allow the tinsel to dramatically drape and shine. However, in the sixties, our Grinch-like government stepped in and declared lead tinsel a possible health risk to children. Although never proven, convinced manufacturers and importers voluntarily stopped producing the product. Bah Humbug. Now, our children are subjected to tinsel made from polyvinyl chloride coated with a metallic finish that neither hangs well nor reflects a clear light. Pure junk.
I never ate the lead tinsel because the superb public schools in the fifties taught us to think for ourselves and not be stupid. Let’s bring back lead- based tinsel and get rid of our socialist, nanny government instead. The possibility of Capitol Hill poisoning us with their Grinch-like legislation poses a far greater risk to Americans than the potential poisoning from lead tinsel. Just ask Poisoner-In Chief, Barack Hussein Obama.
Thanksgiving would not be right without mother’s rich gravy. I was always in charge of standing on a step stool at the stove to carefully attend to it, constantly stirring out the lumps with an over-sized spoon and carefully adding just the right amount of broth to make it the right consistency. It was my favorite part of the day because my little fingers were the very first to take dips into the dark brown pool in front me and quickly and surreptitiously gulp down those little pieces of darkened turkey skin or bits of crusty stuffing that had fallen prey to the same roasting pan. Being first at anything in a family with five children was always a supreme accomplishment and I delighted in being the first to taste the best part of the meal.
Making do with what we had, including the time honored and heavily stained holly printed, linen table cloth and chipped goblets that had been washed by too many careless ”volunteers,” all added to the familiarity of the day. It was a time when the gathering of family and friends meant more than the latest decor or gourmet food item. It was a time when Grandfather, looking dashing in his bow tie and impeccable three-piece suit, sat at the head of the table, happy that his offspring were fortunate enough to provide such a wonderful bounty of food and to enjoy another wonderful Thanksgiving together.
Today as I pore over my many recipes, trying to assemble just the right menu for Thanksgiving, I feel urged to first include those dishes that deliciously bring back memories of my childhood and life as it was back in the fifties, a life that was much slower, sweeter and simpler. As I conscientiously attempt to duplicate those days, I am reminded to enjoy the process; enjoy the hunt at the grocery store for those “oddball” holiday ingredients, enjoy my time spent in the kitchen preparing for the big day, enjoy setting the table that will soon be the center of activity for another memorable Thanksgiving day filled with food, family, friends and good times. It is a time to happily fill the bird feeder, hang the wreath on the front door and sweep off the welcome mat. It is a time to open the Christmas puzzle and place it on a card table in front of the fireplace in anticipation of the lively conversation it will spark.
As one allows the “process” of Thanksgiving traditions to slowly take hold and the news of the day becomes more and more like a disdained and uninvited house guest, life seems to take on a softer edge, to slow down, become more optimistic and, like the Plymouth Pilgrims of old, center on the celebration of life’s good fortune. For those less fortunate, food banks and church members increase their efforts to make sure the disadvantaged do not go without. The tradition of Thanksgiving helped form and make America what it is today, a nation filled with good-hearted people ready to give thanks, share, and recognize God as the true provider of their many blessings.
Have the five million plus illegals been taught the history behind the Thanksgiving celebration and the significance of the words “Thanks” and “Giving”? Did Barack Hussein Obama grow up learning the significance of the American tradition of “Thankful Giving”….or did he instead learn “Ungrateful Taking?”
While giving thanks this Thanksgiving, let’s pray that Obama and his ungrateful cohorts will stop taking ….for it will be far easier for us all to give even more!
A wonderful Thanksgiving to all and do not forget to stir the gravy!
The Ebola Virus, recently introduced from Africa into the now borderless United States of America, is a deadly disease that took the life of an African foreigner who, after lying to authorities about his medical condition, flew to America for medical treatment.
The Obama Virus, introduced to the United States in 2008, has become a pandemic of epic proportions that has succeeded in contaminating and affecting nearly every American citizen and their way of life. Washington D.C., ground zero for the Obama virus is still, almost seven years later, incubating and spreading its filthy Barack bacteria through the Petri dish culture of infected, corrupt lawmakers and politicians who are hell- bent on lying, cheating and stealing from the American people. The symptoms and long- term effects of this demonic based, domestic disease gone virile has resulted in a morally corrupt, secular country that no longer honors or respects God’s blessings; life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
Obama’s “media medics” who insist on pricking the public daily with their tainted, contaminated “needles” of politically correct, haughty hogwash are only partially to blame because we, their guinea pigs, seem willing to digest their putrid Petri pontification and overall BS as actual truth. Intent on sensationalizing and infecting the minds and souls of their fearful, cowardly, captive audience, the news and entertainment media are the primary carriers of this Obama virus, a germ so virulent and unrestrained, that if left unchecked, will ensure the demise of our great Republic forever.
In 2008, I naively thought the Obama virus was just a sniffle when voters elected an inexperienced Black president, after all, that was the politically correct thing to do. When 2012 rolled around and Obama was surprisingly elected once again, I realized that the Obama virus had to be taken seriously, that it’s lethal, unchecked, pathogen had infected the majority of our inattentive, apathetic, immoral citizenry.
A few weeks ago, I hired a Black gentleman to help me lift some heavy items. He was a wonderful man who I enjoyed conversing with. Soon, our conversation skipped to the lousy economy and the need to move away from the city of Charlotte, North Carolina to a far more rural location in the event of any kind of a food shortage scenario. After much discussion about his refuge plans, I asked him if he had voted for Obama. His answer was “Yes, I voted twice for Obama. He’s no good, but he’s my cousin.”
Are Black Americans any better off now with a Black president? Would a “cousin” be foreclosing on 142,000 homes in Detroit, one-fifth of the city’s population, or in more simple terms, the bottom fifth of the city and it’s poorest residents, for unpaid property taxes while the city pulls in about $11 million dollars a month in tax revenue from the local casinos? Would a cousin shut off the water to hundreds of thousands of Detroit’s poorest residents who are unable to pay their bills? Should cousin Michelle Obama be talking about school children eating cucumber slices when an astounding 47 percent of the residents of Detroit are functionally illiterate and 60 percent of all children in the city are living in abject poverty? Well, I guess every clan has a “cousin” they also describe as the “black sheep,” but after all, they are still considered family. I am sure Detroit resident Melinda Brown Duncan would love to give cousin, black sheep, Barack an earful at her Thanksgiving dinner table this November.
If America’s deficit continues to grow and hundreds of thousands of new immigrants are allowed to suck off the government dole after Obama grants amnesty when the Mid-terms are over, do you honestly believe that Detroit will be the only city severely suffering from the Obama plague? Maybe a far easier antidote to curing the Obama virus once and for all would be to quarantine Obama and all his political hacks until 2016. Let Melinda Brown Duncan take over, she would probably do a better job.
Will the results of the mid-term elections on November 4th signal the beginning of a panacea? Will enough Christians make a concerted effort to get to the polls and vote with their Godly conscience to guarantee a landslide, or will narrow leads help Democratic operatives push their candidates over the top through nefarious and illegal means?
For the last several weeks I have taken a respite from the doom and gloom of politics. Organizing the house in anticipation of the holidays, feeding the hummingbirds and knitting for my first grandchild’s arrival became foremost on my mind. I completely succumbed to the ignorant bliss that accompanies an uniformed intellect. It was quality time that focused on the positive; the beautiful fall weather, feeding the Hummingbirds, and daydreaming about my grandchild’s birth. As the weeks went by, the house became organized once again, well fed Hummingbirds went south, knitted baby blankets and hats were completed…and my precious grandson was born.
Holding my new grandson for the first time brought inexpressible joy…his glassy eyes were like bottomless pools of deep blue that seemed to reflect the depth of God’s infinite love. As I stared in awe at my grandson, his tiny long fingers suddenly curled around my finger…. a newborn soul so ready to trust.
Are we a nation that trusts everyone but God? Has the purging of God from every aspect of our daily lives ruined our basic instincts and teachings? Have we as Christians forgotten the number one and most important Commandment of them all, to love God with all our might! Do we constantly forget that God knows the number of hairs on our head and that we cannot pull the wool over his eyes? Do we remember that fact when casting votes for candidates who support abortion and the murder of millions of God’s babies? Why do we vote for candidates based on color, sex or good looks and not on experience, righteousness and sincerity? Why do the majority of Americans not exercise their freedom to vote? What is wrong with us? Are we so “programmed” that we cannot distinguish right from wrong? These seem to be puzzling questions, but the answer to all is so simple; ignorance, apathy and the lack of faith in God.
Glenda Jackson, the same woman who says she prophesied the assassination attempt on President Ronald Reagan and the demise of the Berlin Wall says God has revealed a startling new warning. “He showed me that if Christians don’t start praying more than they ever have….this next {presidential} election is not going to happen. That it’s going to be suspended. Because evil is gong to arise.”
It is time to take the Mid-terms seriously on Tuesday and show Capitol Hill that we are tired of their lies. Can we trust the eighty-three per cent of Americans who identify themselves as Christians to get out and vote for conservatives and thereby take over the Senate? It is anyones guess but Gods…and he is watching….from a distance.
News flash! Obama had to leave his little balls behind and head to Washington D.C. early Monday for a series of high level, but unspecified meetings. Behind the scenes, it seems the high level Obama meetings included rewriting the teleprompter script for his ventriloquist act with favorite dummy “chatty Joe Biden” and making time for a quick conference with chief counselor in communism, Valerie Jarrett, who when Obama is too far away has “communal collective stress separation anxiety.” Insiders say that Obama was able to calm Valerie down by reminding her that their life long ambition for a borderless America is almost complete and it is time to do a little relaxing and put their feet up, now that the NWO is so close at hand.
Racist and liar Attorney General Eric Holder also briefed Obama on the Ferguson riots. Holder showed up in Ferguson to make sure that Obama’s gangster, robber, little bro Michael receives the proper treatment. While there, Holder will take time to high five the Black Panthers, communist leaders, ISIS terrorists and Democrat Governor Jay Nixon who has called for the “vigorous prosecution” of officer Darren Wilson. Every thug across America will stop playing their violent video games long enough to hear how Holder intends to race bait and fuel the fire. Then, they will quickly pack up their guns, drugs and knives to make the long trek to Ferguson (they call it “looting tourism”) so they too can join the racist Kumbaya party, flirt with the media, strong arm and blackmail politicians, riot, rob and kill…all for the good of destroying America.
It is also rumored that Obama took precious time away from the golf course to meet with CIA Muslim Director John Brennan. Obama wants to make sure that the United States does not interfere with the beheadings and persecution of Christians around the world, after all, who needs Christians anyway? The Muslim population procreates like a bunch of horny rabbits due to their multiple child marriages and Islam is such a peaceful religion that once all the other religions are eradicated, global peace will abound! Also, after journalist Daniel Pearls beheading back in 2002, beheadings have become so commonplace that when James Foley, a journalist from New Hampshire was beheaded this week, live on Youtube, it was not a featured story….Michael Brown’s abhorrent robbery and resulting race riot has remained in the headlines instead, after all, dividing America into warring factions is such sweet propaganda for the liberal news media!
The Congress and Senate are also enjoying their “August “Recess” and are off to foreign lands…luxurious destinations where they stay for free for “diplomatic reasons” and then charge the entire trip off to the tax payers. That is great news because American’s truly need a break from their oppressive government and Washington D.C. is a great place to visit in August when the elites are not there taking up all the best tables at the area restaurants. So while D.C. is quiet and not paying any attention to national security issues, international terrorism and the persecution of Christian and Jews, I decided to bring you a few insider tidbits that are not being reported right now. It is my wish that the following news flashes will bring a feeling of real hope and change to many American citizens:
Public schools are getting ready for back to school by storing cases of macaroni and cheese, chicken nuggets and ice cream contraband in their kitchens so their students and faculty can survive another year of Michelle Obama’s enforced government green diet that is making school a “joyless experience.” Antique text books containing the true story of how America’s Big Brother government has spent the last hundred years trying to ruin the Republic, are now being placed in every student locker along with basic Arithmetic and Dick and Jane (reading) books, the same half century old books that were used to produce some of the brightest and best educated children in the world today! It was also interesting to learn this week that Barack’s two daughters have decided to enroll in a public school system instead of their fancy private digs in Washington D.C.! Their enrollment into dilapidated, insufficient city classrooms that are now inundated with hundreds of illegal, unvaccinated, Spanish speaking only students is vitally necessary so they can fully experience their fathers fulfilled dream of a transformed America. Their experience will one day be journalized in a book entitled “Dreams From My Screwed Up Father” The book will be made out of flammable materials so that when it does not sell, it may be used at celebration bon fires throughout the nation when Obama retires from office.
Ranchers in Texas have begun to allow the migration of thousands of wild, snaggle-toothed boars…which has significantly cut back the number of Muslim Jihadists crossing our southern borders. The bad news is that it only takes one immigrant Jihadist to blow up a sports stadium and it seems that the news media is more focused on the “politically incorrect” name of the Washington Red Skins….than they are about being beheaded or blown up by a suicidal Muslim terrorist who thinks there are some virgins waiting for him in that intensely tropical place reserved for Muslims called hell. Also, conservatives in Texas have begun to take up a collection to ship ALL illegal immigrants to Washington D.C, which solves multiple problems. For one; the tattooed drug gang members will keep the elite leaders so busy that their focus will not be on screwing us; two, the elite’s will be the guinea pigs for the GMO vaccines being formulated to kill off the many diseases these illegals are bringing into America and, three; illegals deserve the chance to attend private schools and mingle and socialize with the children of the same pro-amnesty humanitarian leaders who feel multiculturalism is the future for America.
I also found out that while Obama is swilling down his butter laden lobster, many Americans are busy this week learning how to skin and cook squirrel and make their own ammunition in their basements. These are the same people who, after watching how successful Obama’s beer summit was, formed their own “Moonshine Summits” deep in the woods to teach the survival skills necessary for patriots to avoid the government sponsored, taxpayer paid, FEMA Hotels, the Auschwitz -style compounds set up to help depopulate the United States so that Martha’s Vineyard and posh places like it do not have to deal with Tea Party tourists anymore, after all, those lines at the Black Dog for their Quahog chowder are just way too long! These Moonshine Summits are also proving useful for tutorials on making your own homemade Moonshine. The instruction comes complete with free tastings that help take the edge off the alarming national security discussions that come up….the same discussions the Obama “situation” team refuses to address. Survival topics that cover such things as; underground bunkers, proper food and water storage and secret back road escape routes in case of Martial Law are commonplace at these meetings. Typewriters and guns are mandatory.
Churches have been taking a lot of vacations as well. The majority are so afraid of losing their non-profit status and of being investigated by the IRS, their clergy are irresponsibly not speaking out against the purging of God here in the states and seem blind to the brutal persecution of Christians taking place around the world. One thing Jesus was not, was a coward, and his brave example seems to be forgotten by most. Also in the news, prisons used to be a great place to preach the Gospel…but now, Islam has become the most rapidly growing religion in prisons and appears to be a much better fit for prisoners serving life for murdering their wives.
Also in the underground news, the Pentagon is busy this week announcing its latest lay-offs of senior officers who do not fit the treasonous Obama mold. You have to give the Top Brass there a lot of credit though….they are very creative when it comes to smuggling the latest shipment of guns to Hamas and keeping it hidden from the public!
I will end with the most encouraging news of the week, which comes from socialist France of all places. In a real act of heroism, French Foreign Minister Laurent Fabius voiced a message about Iraq for Barack Obama: “Get back to the White House and do something.” Those are profound words considering the fact that our own Congressman and Senators have not even thought to say that…but I almost forgot, they are on vacation too!
Government leaders will be back to Washington D.C., sucking off the system, on September 8th, just in the nick of time for the 13th anniversary of 9/11…and who knows, they may even be “gifted” with a crisis…and savvy politicians never let a good crisis go to waste, do they?
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