I’m getting tired of criticizing Obama. It’s too easy. The obvious is boring and his failures lay down in the fields with the lambs. But I get angry. I can’t let things pass. I can’t let his stupid Democrat party leap
over the fence while the liberals put us to sleep with their promises of new heights and their delivery of new lows.
If you don’t fear us you will take what you will. Palin and Romney saw the Russian threat. We didn’t want prognosticators in office. We wanted the redundancy of ideology. Obama bent over and promised to compromise more.
Obama repeats redundant ideas in an exciting fashion. I know what he says before he says it. So does his teleprompter.
The Middle East is burning. Obama’s father was Moslem. Obama was supposed to put out the fire not start it.
Shame on me— I don’t like same sex marriage. Oh, you wide-eyed Progressive, you’re so wise. So homosexual compliant, so high on marijuana hallucinations.
I once had a schizoid episode on grass. I huffed glue and snorted cocaine for two years. Mescaline, I don’t want to remember.
And now I put it all together on lithium and try to stay sane. If you distill the sixties you get a shot glass
of Obama. I had a friend in college who looked like him— Ivory.
Poseurs all. There is so much to criticize about Obama. Redundancy is your pants down in the wind.
We get the butt end of his liberal policies.