I see Pastor Swank has deigned to favor us with his Bull Connor impression today. You may recall that during the late campaign, many of our old friends in the right blogosphere struggled to depict Senator Obama as a Teleprompter-addicted dullard who would comically turn white with fear at the first whiff of an Islamofascist; but they still stopped short of addressing him the way a harried traveler might query a shoeshine provider on the whereabouts of the Chattanooga Choo-choo. The one exception to this conspiracy of restraint was Pastor Swank, a man who considers it his God-given right to use the English language in any way he sees fit — as a chamois for his golf clubs, say, or a furnace filter, cock ring, or doily — and who fervently believes that “grammar” is just another word for “tyranny.” So it came as little surprise last fall when he began referring to Obama as “the Boy.” What did shock me, however, was the speed with which he dropped it in the face of criticism, almost as if he were self-aware, perhaps even evolving toward sentience. As it turns out — not so much.
Mob hysteria rushed The Boy where he is today.
Liberal media worked alongside mob hysteria.
I find this reassuring. Even though a majority of Americans are in a mob, and enraged or suicidal enough to rush the President, our hysteria is apparently friendly and cooperative and works well with others.
Now The Boy sits in the White House, surrounded by the crooks he has known during his so-called career mired in Illinois.
Okay, show of hands. Which is worse — Mired in Illinois, or Stuck in Lodi?
What is so frightening is that the socialist Marxist Muslim B. H. Obama is the brainwashed child of Jeremiah Wright.
Wait, I thought he was the secret love child of Malcom X. Come on, can’t we stick with that story? Because then we can dissolve to “Twenty Years Later” and end with a big, score-settling confrontation between a grown Malia Obama and a cyborg Louis Farrakhan, climaxing in a shoot-out with lasers at the Audubon Business and Technology Center.
Though not much is said these days about Wright, he is right there in the Oval Office.
And, one presumes, in the woodpile.
He is implanted in the thought patterns of both Michelle and B. H.
Just like Spock’s katra was implanted in McCoy at the end of Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan. So I guess the lesson here is, if you want to grow up to be President of the United States one day, never let your pastor touch your head when he’s dying of radiation poisoning.
They are just beneath the skin anti-white, anti-Jew, pro-Muslim and ready to crush any semblance of a Christian nation.
Fortunately, Swank stumbled into a church where they happen to have boxes of these special X-Ray specs that can see beneath the skin of the First Couple…
N.B. The pastor is all out of bubblegum, bitchez!
The Boy and wife have no regard whatsoever for the Christian heritage to this country. They play out their church membership in the most liberal denomination in the United States. But behind that act out is their allegiance to the Koran, Allah and Islam World Rule.
Why do you think Michelle Obama is always going around sleeveless in public? It’s her only chance to flash the guns, since at home she has to wear a burka.
As The Boy has traipsed across the planet recently, he has acted out in body language and spoken word his admiration for Muslims wherever he went.
Not since Lillian Gish in the 1928 classic The Wind have we seen this kind of vivid pantomime.
He bent over backwards to befriend the very coalition out to destroy this Republic.Having drained our nation of its economic security, The Boy will march forth under Allah’s banner. Those Muslim cells planted in America are waiting for their chance to join The Boy in usurping every office in the nation.
Oh no — Muslim stem cells are going to unite like Voltron to create a giant Lion Force Caliph who will make Barack Obama the Mayor, City Clerk, Animal Control officer and Library Services Administrator of every city in America!
The Boy is Marxist. He is Muslim. He is therefore not what we have always defined in the generic sense as “American.”
Generic humans are a little pastier, and taste more like mayonnaise.
If the hysteriacs had only known who they were pushing into the presidency, they would have never elected The Boy. Even now most of them do not see his destructive agenda. They are still blinded by his charisma.
Quick — We need more magic sunglasses! And some wrestlers!
That in itself is so frightening for it reminds thinking citizens of every despot who ever bobbed to the political and powerful top.
And do we really want to be ruled by iron-fisted flotsam?
Now the United States is victim to “one of them.”
Oh…so that’s what McCain meant by “That One.”