I haven’t written anything bad about Obama in twenty-four hours. Time to get with it. I have to protect a country that refuses to protect itself.
A nurse, Nina Pham, in Texas gets Ebola through a hazmat suit. Thomas Eric Duncan, where are you now? Dead. Will Nina’s dog be put down? Impossible. Obama told us that Ebola is not a threat. He never lies except when he is lying. Nearly always. He told us that Isis is the junior varsity. He told us that we could keep our health care plans.
A lie is a lie is a lie. But stubbornly adhering to your lie is fly paper on the tongue of reason. Obama is sticky. He sticks to us like the carelessness that causes our deaths.
Criticizing Obama is like shooting a dead shot in pool. You can’t miss. And when he is caught with one leg of his pants down he drops the other leg so he is caught bare ass lying to the wind, to the world.
I had a friend like Obama in college. His name was Ivory. We were both hippies. We promoted a failed country, a communist inversion of free enterprise. We objected to Vietnam because we were afraid of being shot.
But that was the sixties. I grew up. The country threw itself into the river of no return. But instead of Marilyn Monroe levitating above the water we got Barack Hussein Obama drowning us in Islamic-fascist-liberal values.
Obama was a rock star. Now he is a sinker, a stinker at the bottom of the river of our expectations.
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