Obama’s First Christmas Album

If you are looking to recreate the slobbering sentiments of 2008 here’s a Christmas album just for you!

 You’ll enjoy this timeless hit:  Obama, All ye fateful

Plus…

I’ll be Oprah for Christmas

I Saw Barney Frank Kissing Santa Claus

The Twelve Days of Van Jones

Frosty, the Telepromper

Oh, Little Town of Barack-ahem

The First “Oh, Well”

Grandma Got Run Over by Obamacare

…and many many more…

Here’s a sample track:

 

Obama, All ye Fateful

 

Obama, All ye Fateful

Progressive and most Special

Obama, Obama, ye from Kenya to DC.

Come and behold him,

Born the King of Presidents;

Obama, let us adore you,

Obama, let us adore you,

Obama, let us adore you,

Obama the More.

 

Highest, most Mostly,

Light of light infernal,

Born of a woman,

A mortal he comes?

Son of a Soros

Now in the press appearing!

Obama, let us adore you,

Obama, let us adore you,

Obama, let us adore you,

Obama the More.

 

O Sing, choirs of mainstream media

Sing in exultation,

Sing all ye illegal citizens crossing our border!

Glory to Obama

Especially if you remove ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell;

Obama, let us adore you,

Obama, let us adore you,

Obama, let us adore you,

Obama the More.

 

Yea, Obama we voted for thee,

One born to organize communities:

Obama, to thee all our money be given!

Word of his lips

Now gives our leg a chill;

Obama, let us adore you,

Obama, let us adore you,

Obama, let us adore you,

Obama the More

 

 

The Ebony Calf

 

American Thinker: Obama’s Malignant Narcissism

American Thinker: Obama’s Malignant Narcissism.

The “What? Me Worry?” Generation

http://www.daybydaycartoon.com/2010/11/02/

A Few Good Men, Part 2

Staff Sgt. Robert Miller gave his life for his country. He gave his life. . . so that progressives could whine about not having government sponsored health care? He gave his life so that gays could whine about not being legally married? He gave his life so that our own borders could be overrun by illegal aliens and drug lords? He gave his life so that the Democrats and the progressive left could freely spend our country into enormous debt, procuring entitlement programs? (It is this undisciplined type of spending that makes each citizen a slave to government and our nation as a whole subservient to other nations. In contrast, it was a discipline of mind, soul and body which prepared Staff Sgt. Robert Miller to make the ultimate sacrifice for his country-he gave up his rights and kept his responsibilities.)

Robert Miller unselfishly gave his life. He laid down his life for his friends.

Robert Miller gave his life to save 22 lives and he protected my life here at home. Chivalry is not dead. It lives on in the memory of Staff Sgt. Robert Miller and in the protection of liberty that he secures.

For progressives, this blood-bought liberty is used to whine about everything they don’t have and then they resolve to take it from someone else.

The Girl with the Wagon Tattoo

There it was. A rumble-seat tattoo. A tattoo that spanned across the Sierra Madre of a large backside and just peeking out above a pair of “Baby Phat” jeans. When the girl leaned forward, the words, “Yes, We Can,” appeared.

Was she a mover & shaker in the Obama campaign? Was she a MSNBC media strategist? Or, was she a union worker with plenty of government backing? I’ll report. You decide.

All I do know is that the more she bent over, the more was revealed to me.

Bye, Bye My American Pie

Our President BO spends much of his time golfing, bobbing in and out of church and backyards for photo ops and in dividing up the American Pie into finer slices. Instead of making a bigger Pie with business incentives, tax breaks and laissez-faire government, BO wants to make sure that our current pie is filled with plenty of our tax money and that the pie is sliced evenly. (Of course, he hands more slices to labor unions and to his own self-preserving interests.) In fact, BO defines his appeal (his bribery) to the American people with his ‘hands-on’ ‘pie-slicing’ type of administration.

Little Jack Horner sat in the corner
Eating his Christmas pie,
He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum
And said “What a good boy am I!”

BO wants to serve us his version of my American Pie. But, I’m not buying it and I’m not eating it- not after his hands have been in it.

King Care

(A One Act Play)

[King Care is in his throne room with the Duchess of House Pelosi, the Earl of Senate Reed and Courtier Rahm]

King Care:
“Duchess of House Pelosi, tell me how much you love me.”

Duchess of House Pelosi:
“King Care, your teleprompter words are golden.”

King Care:
“Earl of Senate Reed, tell me how much you love me”

Earl of Senate Reed:
“Your Majesty, future generations will be forever indebted to you.”

King Care (to himself):
“Taxpayer, taxpayer, wherefore art thou taxpayer?”

[Taxpayer Goneril, Taxpayer Regan and Taxpayer Cordelia enter]

King Care:
“Taxpayer Goneril, tell me how much you love me.”

Taxpayer Goneril:
“Thou dost complete me, Your Majesty.”

King Care:
“Taxpayer Regan, tell me how much you love me.”

Taxpayer Regan:
“I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday for your health coverage today.”

King Care:
“Taxpayer Cordelia, tell me how much you love me.”

Taxpayer Cordelia:
“I would rather not say my lord King.”
“To be covered or not to be covered that is a taxing question, my lord.”

King Care:
“And you Fool, what say you?”

Fool:
“If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I’d have thee beaten for being old before thy time”

King Care (to Himself):
“Now I see. I will divide my time between my loyal taxpayers Goneril and Regan. I will visit the backyard barbeque of Taxpayer Goneril for a while and then I will go the backyard barbeque of Taxpayer Regan. I will bring with me the Knights of MSNBC.
“Cordelia, O Taxpayer Cordelia. How can she not tell me of her love for me? I know. I’ll banish Cordelia to Europe. Maybe she will learn to love my socialist ways.
[To Cordelia]: “Be gone, Cordelia.”

Earl of Senate Reed:
“Your Majesty, the Duchess of House Pelosi and I must take our leave and return to our homes. The people at home are uprising.”

King Care:
“Take your leave. Godspeed Earl of Senate Reed and Duchess of House Pelosi. Quench the uprisings before any more damage is done to my kingdom.

King Care [To Himself]:
“Can I be going progressively mad? Where is my golf bag? Courtier Rahm, what time do we tee?”

Courtier Rahm:
“Your Majesty, tee time is any time you wish.”
[Courtier Rahm bows low]
“Your Majesty, if I may, I must take leave to return to my home town by the Lake of Michigan. The f—ing public needs my damm good presence.”

King Care [lighting up]:
“Well then take your leave Courtier Rahm. Remind the Taxpayers in that great town of my words to them: “Yes, we can…””
[To Himself]:
“…at any cost.”

Courtier Rahm:
[bowing]
“Yes, of course, Your Majesty. I’m f—ing otta here.”
[Courtier Rahm leaves]

King Care:
[To Taxpayer Goneril and Taxpayer Regan]
“Come along my adoring Taxpayers Goneril and Regan. We will talk about taxes when Earl of Senate Reed and Duchess of House Pelosi return from their campaigns. Let us eat and drink for tomorrow we may die.”

The End.

White House, Black Thoughts

It’s time for some house cleaning! It’s time for them to get the hell out!

A Turn For The Worse

This morning on my way to the office I was walking toward the corner of Wabash and Monroe when I noticed a milk truck pass me. The sign on the back of the milk truck: “Let me be your milkman.” At the next corner, the milk truck started to make a right turn onto Wabash off of Monroe. Mid turn a Traffic Management person yelled “Stop” at the driver. The truck’s passenger side window was open so the driver heard the command and stopped the truck. Between the truck’s passenger side and the traffic woman stood a steel I-beam supporting the elevated tracks for the Loop EL train. The traffic woman and the truck’s driver talked back and forth through the open window. I approached the corner where they were talking and then I walked past the truck, across Wabash. As I did I heard the truck move forward behind me. I heard the traffic lady yelling stridently and the sound of metal and glass crashing to the ground.

I turned around when I heard the crunching, grating, snapping sound. The truck driver had broken off the passenger side rear view mirror during his right turn. He completely disregarded the traffic woman’s directions. The driver, an African-American man about thirty years old jumped out of the truck to look at the damage. At this point, I reached my building and went in.

Having considered this for even a moment, I see this incident as analogous to the Obama administration: consider the milk truck, the milk man, the words, “Let me be your milk man.”; consider the wreckage, the deafness to common sense direction, the defiance of continuing to drive forward without caring about the consequences. This incident is a metaphor of the progressive folly being imposed on us by the current administration.

In Obama world, the world of the great progressive thinkers, the circumstances would be at fault. The truck driver is a victim. The beam, the existing structure would be to blame for what happened. The I-beam would be considered as unyielding, stubborn, Republican, pre-existing and therefore someone else’s fault. The I-beam would probably be even considered racist in nature for not submitting to such a right turn. Or, the incident could just as easily be considered a class warfare issue: someone in the universe has more money than the person driving the truck. The rich should pay for the mirror.

This is the world we live in today: progressivism is now shown to be a moving forward at all costs despite common wisdom. The past (the rear view mirror) is not to be taken into account. All of this while making sure that someone or something else is to blame for what happens along the way.