Barack Obama wanted to do a couple things this week.
He wanted to hit up private insurance to pay for the injuries of veterans wounded or made sick in the line of duty.
He wanted to stop selling scrap brass casings so as to drive up the price of ammunition, since gun-banning doesn’t have widespread support.
He’s ready to send genuine political refugees from Liberia back to that country - even though their fledgling new government is still teetering on whether it will have a permanence or not - who are here on visas because of rules and technicalities; but he has his attack dogs (Granny Rictus) out calling people who oppose illegal migrants “Un-American” and questioning their patriotism. Hmm. Guess Liberians don’t register to vote illegally and then vote Democrat.
We have apologists - and I am going to interject here that having voted principle, rather than “Well, I voted for the guy who was going to win anyway,” so I don’t have this problem - with a lot invested in this morally indefensible turd having to go through a lot of semantic gymnastics to defend him. But one fact remains:
This is what he wanted to do.
This is who he is.
This speaks to his Character.
We have seen him for what he is. Weighed, measured, and found wanting.
50 plus days into the Era of The Messiah, of Teleprompter Jesus, and he’s managed to insult the Brits - a couple times - Insult the Brazilians, has broken the “Transparency” promise, has broken the promise of earmarks, has broken the promise to keep lobbyists out of his administration - Hell, the biggest difference between Teleprompter Jesus and the real Jesus is that the real Jesus knew how to build a fucking cabinet.
Not to mention that when he criticized Bush’s spending, what he was actually saying was “Let me show you how it is really done - Bush was a piker.”
50 days and counting. Treasury is Empty. Hell, people calling to make arrangements for the G20 summit aren’t even getting answering machines. Besides being so morally bereft that I miss the ethical standards set by Bill Clinton, besides Joe Biden being such a fucking nincompoop he makes Dan Quayle look like a Rhodes Scholar, Obi-wan Obambi is starting to make Jimmy Carter look …competent.
But hell - we were saved from Sarah Palin being VICE-president. Because, yanno, she wasn’t qualified to be President. Even though she was more qualified that this ass-clown, who is already in the big-boy chair, and still can’t seem to find his mouth with his spoon.
Way to go there, Buckley. I’m sure daddy is spinning in his grave so fast they are calling him “Pinwheel Bill” in the great beyond. Good Job, Miz Parker - that’s what the Republicans get for putting someone on the ticket who you husband says “Hey, she’s kinda hot.” Way to be, Brooks, Frum, and the rest of you elitist, latte-sipping, caviar-and-brie munching country-club RINO asstards.
Even though she’s had a real job, owned her own company with her husband, been a councilwoman, a mayor, and now a Governor of a state that is not doing to fucking bad at all in this pathetic economy - hell. Funny accent. Kinds with funny names. Goes to church - and (GASP!) actually seems to mean it as opposed to wearing her attendance only on Sunday. Wrong schools. Bad breeding - i mean, seriously, married to a half-breed? Shops at WalMart? Hobnobs with the peasantry? Hunts?!?!?!?!
Get me my smelling salts!
RINO, rope, albatross, neck. Some assembly required.