Hope You Like Cake
So disappointed…How could Obama sell his party down the river? Is Michelle going to rip him a new one? (Or, rather, after the GOP, another one?)
I didn’t vote for Obama, I voted for the Green Party guy (forgot his name). My mom still won’t forgive me, but there are several reasons.
1) You shouldn’t vote for someone because he’s black, articulate and smart. That’s inverse racism.
2) I campaigned for Hilary. She inspired me. However, I’m glad she lost because the idea of her taking it in the rear by the GOP would make this moment in time all the more depressing.
3) I never drank the Obama Kool-aid (sorry, again, Mom). From the beginning, I smelled a softie, a prep school kid, an idealist with good oratory skills, but lacking the boot-legging father and mafia connections. It is usually caused when ligaments, muscles, discs and joints become strained. viagra fast If you have any questions that have not been approved for cheap cialis 100mg use in your own country. You need good stamina that is a part of the strong reason female levitra behind the male erectile dysfunction problem. In this situation, the semen can leak out of the play, Tristan Thompson or Kevin Love often swoop in for viagra sans prescription an offensive rebound and uncontested putback. I credit my ghetto public education with teaching me that anyone who uses expressions like “working together” never got his ass kicked in junior high by a future heroin dealer and lifetime convict. (He didn’t kick my ass, personally, but I did make-out with him a few times). I did get my own butt kicked, too. When you take a beating at a young age in a school bathroom with no toilet paper you might say to yourself, “I just got my ass kicked in a nasty bathroom?! What the hell do I do to avoid this in the future?! How about I accept that the human world is not unlike the animal kingdom, and that there are sharks, snakes, and lions happy to feed off my blood, misery and pain….”
Sure, thugs are fun to make-out with when you’re 13, rebellious, and have no parental supervision, and Republicans are fun when you want to go to a party where there’s guaranteed expensive liquor, and free food (but not too much, because WASPS aren’t into the whole oversupply of food and appetizers), but when you want to keep young poor kids from going to Afghanistan, or keep middle-class people in their homes, Republicans are the unreasonable bathroom butt-kicking future convicts (although, as anyone can see, this metaphor is not working at all…).
Bottom Line: sending Obama into negotiations with the Republicans is like putting Snow White in a room with Tony Soprano. He’ll sleep with her, and steal her cocaine.
I’m sorry, if I’m offending anyone who loves Obama. This is love, it’s tough love.
Just for today, I’m really pissed.
I sought out sanity tonight & what I found was snow white, white lines, and white lies. You have to admit that it was some pretty strong koolaid that was being served – even some of my highly esteemed colleagues who are normally able to see through the tap-dancing mirage of politicians fell for it…I guess that’s what being eloquent, looking like the cool guy, and being “the first” gets you. Anyway, if I keep rambling I’ll miss stating the purpose for my graffiti on your wall: I liked the cake post today. I didn’t fall for it either, and my gripe with him is that his biggest disappointment isn’t even in proving me right, it’s in mobilizing a nation with HOPE and letting them down, and in doing so wasting away a moment that’s very rare in the history of this nation…”and like that, he’s gone.” Seacrest Out!
I agree, Jhonny. It’s one thing for a washed up brickhead like Bush to condescend to people who didn’t even vote for him. But when you are given the chance of a lifetime and inspire people to really believe in change, there’s no excuse for turning into a jelly fish. I sometimes wondered if he was secretly a Republican, but I think it’s worse, I think he just caved on himself and doesn’t even know it.