George Bush and Barack Obama somehow ended up at the same barber shop.

As they sat there, each being worked on by a different barber, not a word was spoken. The barbers were even afraid to start a conversation, for fear it would turn to politics.

As the barbers finished their shaves, the one who had Obama in his chair reached for the aftershave.

Obama was quick to stop him saying, “No thanks, my wife Michelle will smell that and think I’ve been in a whorehouse.”

The second barber turned to Bush and said, “How about you, sir?”

Bush replied, “Go ahead. My wife doesn’t know what the inside of a whorehouse smells like.”


Not Mine

The Most Holy and Self-Important One might be President-elect, but he’s certainly not my President.  And he never will be.

I will oppose everything he proposes, domestically or foreign–without exception.  Every statement will be parsed, every initiative derided, every single action exposed.  Every line of opposition to Him that develops outside the country will be trumpeted and continually repeated.

I will refute every statement and expose the lies and distortions.  Every slip of the tongue derided and mocked.  Every ‘uh,uh,uh’ away from the teleprompter recorded and replayed continuously.

I will work to do everything i can to make sure any of his policies are thwarted or stopped.  I will support all groups who will sue the government to stop implementation of any and all actions of The Holy Administration.  I will encourage his friends to over-reach and implement policies that will cause America  harm.  I will encourage The Holy One to nationalize as many parts of the economy as he can, simply because we know that any nationalization only means its eventual ruin and destruction at the hands of the bureaucrats.  I will support his efforts to tax the country into devastation.  I will encourage him to suborn America to the United Nations and to surrender our sovereignty and authority to an enelected bunch of thugs.  I will encourage The Precious And All-Knowing Ego to intervene in the lives of as many Americans as often as he can.  National identity cards, random search and seizure, shutdown of opposition voices in the press and the internet–all these things need to be implemented to remind America just what they have put into power.

I will do everything I can to spread truth regarding the theft and intimidation of The One or His minions.

I will wake up trying to think of what I can do today to oppose the Obamaunists.  I will make sure to keep the anger for him and his government and his actions alive every hour of every day.

I will discourage any Republican from ANY action in support of anything from this man.  Any Republicans that do work with him will be opposed and removed from office at the earliest opportunity.

He will never, ever be my President.  And all the opposition to George W Bush at home and abroad will only be the starting point for my work to undermine and cause the failure of the Messiah.

And knowing that his failure is built into his policies and outlook, I will remain happy.  Because I know that he will fail completely and utterly.  His America will experience attacks, humiliations, and reverses domestically and internationally.  I only hope it doesn’t cost any more lives.

What the Election Is About – Liberals

Heaven help us:

“We owe the rest of the world an apology for the last eight years. We can start to make it up by electing Barack Obama.” Those words, spoken to a Daily Telegraph reporter by a lawyer interviewed in Tampa, Florida, chillingly illustrate the strain of masochistic insanity that seems to have gripped part of the American electorate.

So, now we know what this election is really about. It is not about helping the Joes – Six-Pack or the Plumber – in Peoria. It is about appeasing the Fritzes in Düsseldorf, the Ivans in Moscow and the Wus in Beijing. That explains why Obama campaigned in Berlin. Such a deluded, liberal, self-hating mentality would be understandable in times of prosperity; but Americans’ houses are being repossessed, their bank loans withdrawn and their savings shrunk. It beggars belief that some voters are more concerned about pleasing their enemies than reconstructing their country.

Wealth Spread – Low Effort, High Taxes

Thanks to the People’s Cube for again nailing this one
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“Your new tax plan is going to tax me more, isn’t it?” the plumber asked, complaining that he was being taxed “more and more for fulfilling the American dream.”
“It’s not that I want to punish your success,” Obama responded. “I just want to make sure that everybody who is behind you, that they’ve got a chance for success too … I think when you spread the wealth around, it’s good for everybody.”
“So instead of cutting taxes with a kitchen knife we’ll butter it up with wealth and spread it around like we earned it,” the Democratic candidate continued. “It’s a patented foreign blend that is guaranteed to help improve my standing in the polls, but it’s made with 100% pure American taxpayer sweat, which once again shows how taxes can be patriotic.”
“What’s not to vote for?” Obama finished as he was cheered on by a group of supporters wearing blue pins with the Obama logo and the words “Journalists for Obama.”

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Yes The Messiah Loves Me

Thank you ExUrban League:

Obama loves me! This I know
For my parents tell me so.
Everyone to him belongs;
We are weak, but he is strong

Yes, Obama loves me
Yes, Obama loves me
Yes, Obama loves me
My parents tell me so

Obama loves me! He will guide
our nation to the liberal side.
He will take away our greed
And give us all the things we need

Yes, Obama loves me
Yes, Obama loves me
Yes, Obama loves me
My parents tell me so

Obama loves me! He will chat
With Hugo Chavez or Ahmadinejad
Kim Jong-il will soon behave,
and not put me into a grave

Yes, Obama loves me
Yes, Obama loves me
Yes, Obama loves me
My parents tell me so

Obama loves me! He’s very good;
We’ll all pay taxes like we should.
Big corporations, little ones, too;
Will all give money to me and you.

Yes, Obama loves me
Yes, Obama loves me
Yes, Obama loves me
My parents tell me so