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| Missing Kenyan Village Idiot Please return if found |
Jack Kennedy stood up
to Khrushchev, told him to move his missiles off of Castro's Cuba, and the big
shoe hammering ruskie flinched. Being POTUS (President of the United States of
America) meant something then. It was
kind of like the old commercial, “My accountant is E. F. Hutton, and when E.F.
Hutton talks, people listen.”
Jimmy Carter was the
next Democrat to put on his big boy pants and attempt a move like like that when the American Embassy was taken hostage by militants in Tehran. Good ole boy Carter, thumbs no doubt locked securely in his blue denim Bob Evans overhauls, red kerchief and official Song of the South Issue straw farm hat, as he told the Ayatollayouso Khomeini to release the
American Hostages from Tehran, or else! Khomeini stamped his angry little feet, folded
his arms stuck out his bottom lip and mumbled some gibberish the spooks at the
House of Babel in Langley which roughly translated meant, "Nya, Nya, Nya, Nya, Nya! I’m not gonna
do it, and you can't make me, so there. Now someone go wash up my favorite
sweet little camel honey doll. All this international bullying has me in the
mood"
POTUS Reagan, on the
other hand just flashed that Colgate Hollywood grin of his, had Chuck Heston
teach him how to say "Let my people go or your next democratic election
won't be until sometime in the 123rd century, if the glow settles down some,”
and suddenly Khomeini felt sufficiently enough satisfied with his superior
negotiating skills, and being in no great hurry to meet his 72 virgins, saw the
wisdom of Reagan’s way of thinking. Or maybe he was just out of Viagra.
Classy guy that he is, POTUS Reagan didn't mention Carter's buffoonery, double digit inflation, double digit
unemployment, or worst economy since the great depression.
Ditto POTUS Billary (Bill
and Hillary “We are the President) Clinton when they succeeded George Herbert
Walker Bush who was a single term President, nor did George Sr.’s son, George W. Bush, otherwise known as Dub’ya,
himself, a genuinely underwhelming, but at least housebroke POTUS. Even he
didn't devote spectacular amounts of time blaming his predecessor for our nation's
problems or bother mentioning the notorious, if infamous dribble stain. Dub’ya might not have been much, but at least
he didn’t brag about it.
That brings us to the
current occupant of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
I’m hesitant to apply the term POTUS in this instance because the
constitution requires POTUS to be American born or nationalized. This guy is a lost Kenyan village idiot who
somehow managed to master his Phoenix online public speaking course so well
that he tricked enough otherwise intelligent American voters to elect him. Well, them, the ones he bought with the free
cell phones, the dead ones, and Nancy Pelosi, who escaped from area 51 sometime
in 1957.
In contradistinction to every man to hold the
office of POTUS prior to him, the first thing this illegal alien did was embark
on his six and a half year long “IT’S NOT MY FAULT 2008-2014 WORLD TOUR”, bowing
submissively before for Muslim Kings and offending royal houses of nations who
are allies, but regrettably not Islamic. AND Barack Hussein Obama is still
blaming George W. Bush 6 1/2 years into his presidency. Kind of gives a new,
fresh perspective to the term LAME duck, although now I'll have to come up with
another phrase for lame duck that isn’t offensive to actual physically impaired
water fowl.
Now Mid-term elections
are a month away, and our nation is faced with a plethora of potentially
terminal problems, and the person we untrusted with the responsibility of
having our backs is holding a gun to our heads!
He has opened our
borders to illegal immigrants, like himself, and routed funds formerly used to provide
income prepaid for decades into the social security system, to fee, house,
cloth, educate and provide high level healthcare and citizenship to these
individuals who entered the country by criminal means, not merely ignoring the
criminality of their action, but encouraging it to the point of financial
reward. The joke that once equated
illegal immigrants to unregistered democrats is now more fact than punchline.
Money intended, indeed invested by taxpaying American workers is being used to
support criminal immigrants while they are being told their retirement
investment is in danger of default, yet somehow the charity fund established by
the Kenyan Pretender is in no danger of default. And now this growing
population of criminal faux citizenry comes bearing a new gift: incurable
respiratory and other unknown new diseases, and finally, hitchhikers: ISIS
terrorists walking freely across our southern borders with the president’s
blessings and weapons POTUS provided to them before they left the middle east.
And the punch line for
all this? The Mad Dog of Kenya has promised, indeed bragged, that he will sign
a presidential order granting amnesty to the thousands of criminals he has
welcomed through back channels into our sovereign nation.
There is a small
glimmer of hope. Outsmart the missing Kenyan village idiot at the ballot box. It
may be our only hope as a nation.
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