Q. Yesterday (March 2, 2012) Obama told duh people, "Tell Iranis that as Mr. President I do not bruff!"
A. He was probably advised to say that by Slick Hillary. Even if someone had told Obama as Mr. President you are not entitled to Declare or threaten war, he would not have listened. Obama doesn't have enough respect for the Office of the Presidency for that. On the contrary, he is a Republican extremist who has all but come out of the closet.
This problem began with the paranoid Tarzan Lyndon Johnson, a nazi from Texas, who gathered the helm together one braggart day with tall, tall tales about a torpedo that came from the pistol of a segregationist in the Navy stationed in the Tonkin Gulf. Congress passed a Resolution giving LBJ (whatever that means) right to kaboombalate. As a result the most destructive war in our history, completely unprovoked, leaving scars on the spirit of humanity as savage as the ones Hitler administered in Poland and Russia, was undeclared.
Obama is a Pentagon-Disney character, an installation. You have to omoja him as a cartoon colorama green imp. When the Joint Chiefs and Press Corps are in the room he is Mr. President, but as soon as they leave, he reverts, grows a tale, shrinks into his magic costume and rubbing his hands with glee, "Now I have got them. No deaf white suck is going to be permissed to be tortured by the klan for status in the Civil Rights Movement or my secret name isn't Osiris from state to state!"
Q. A sort of Neo-Trojan African Race Warrior?
A. Doing the racial bidding of the new and improved Adolf Hitler, Noah of Many Kolorz.
Q. You got up choking in your sleep.
A. It was a Filipino sort of trick, the prilosec poison. If the gas tabs run out all sorts of crazy things start happening, bad dreams, choking, the gas that comes from within.
Q. Cuzza duh Miss Beautiful Kyogen.
A. Daw Ichiro and them googa hum that looking at porno is support for human trafficking. What an asshole. That's like saying that buying tickets to baseball is support for dolphin slaughter. The two ideas are really pretty far apart in the great chain of being. The reason these monsters don't think so is that THEIR idea of sex is violent.
It's wrapped up in the thick-headed lies that the people who run the Godless free for all they call New York City, pigs like Trump and Sharpton, tell to underwrite their psychotic ideas about class and money, celebrity and bully politics in order to get over. For Trump it goes: Everyone could be a very rich person and if you are not rich it proves you have done something wrong. To deal with the incredible idiocy of that brutal and abnormal condition, he goes out anywhere someone is not rich, regards them as a criminal and starts his arbitrary Taliban of brutal persecution.
For the monster Sharpton, somebody finally let a Black man into school and taught him Pener Sinfield tricks with words. He crossed his eyes when he saw the word: Martial and said Marital Law! Wow! I'm Allah! I'm Jesus. Neat man, that's neat, just neat, just about neat.
Q. How does it end?
A. With Mr. President running around chasing Jimmuh Queerbait with an HIV infected needle from Will Zell Broome. "Tell Queerbait as Mr. President I do not bruff! Kowtow!"