I was taken aback when Mr. Fancy Schmancy shouted "A pox on both your houses!" as I was unaware that he knew of my summer home. Founding member of the Hogtown Irregulars, and former indentured short order cook still on the run. Professional Zamboni racer and bronze medal recipient in the 2010 All-Miami Outdoor Zamboni Championships.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Profiles In Cowardice: This Week's Moonbat Extraordinaire: Barack Obama
What can be said about the lucky Senator from Illinois, the 99th most junior out of 100?
He was born in Hawaii, he hates guns, he loves government handouts, he's half-negro. He thinks that Social Security is a god-given right, and detests the thought of private accounts, calling such matters Social Darwinism. He loves the "death tax", and campaigns long and hard when it comes to adding additional taxes upon big business and the wealthy. He's "written" a book called Dreams From My Father, that is virtually unreadable as it compiles one cliche upon another, then obviously employed a clever editor to include punctuation and the occasional time to take a breath from Chinese fortune-cookie-like "words of wisdom". He, as the wise men say, stepped in shit by learning to speak English fairly well, understanding that a black Democrat without felony convictions might be something of a plus, and can stand in one spot all the livelong day while reciting socialist dogma without missing a beat. When asked about the war in Iraq, he says...
"When we send our young men and women into harm's way, we have a solemn obligation not to fudge the numbers or shade the truth about why they're going, to care for their families while they're gone, to tend to the soldiers upon their return, and to never ever go to war without enough troops to win the war, secure the peace, and earn the respect of the world."
In other words, he has no answers, no platforms, no clue.
The perfect Democrat.
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