Monday, January 19, 2009

Mr. Oreo Comes to Washington

I have a sick feeling at the pit of my stomach on this glorious inauguration eve. When I was growing up blacks had a saying about guys like Obama, he’s an Oreo cookie, black on the outside and white on the inside. If I drank I would need a drink as the clock ticks closer to our “historic” moment.

Millions of dollars spent, 11,000 troops, and millions of milling multitudes of suckers will all be fainting and sighing over Abraham Obama who will be doing everything but wearing Lincoln’s hat for this auspicious farce, a tribute to the adamant stupidity of idiot America.

During the election people were supporting Obama as an alternative to Hillary Clinton and John McCain both of whom Obama has brought into the fold. Three for the price of one should have been Obama’s campaign slogan.

Obama brings us the promise of expanding the war on terror in numerous arenas from the Middle East to Russia. Obama has promised to keep Gitmo operating for at least another year. Obama has promised to slash Medicare, Medicaid, and social security even as millions of people find themselves unemployed while the price of basics like food skyrockets. Obama has brought the worst of the worst into his administration including “realist” Bob Gates who boiled cats as a youth. Obama wants corporate America and the military to take the place of public schools.

I always thought Lincoln looked like an undertaker so perhaps it is fitting that Obama seeks to emulate Lincoln. For if nothing else Obama is the grand undertaker ready to pound the nails into America’s coffin and deep six it for all time. That will be Obama’s job as the next imperial manager, to slaughter more and more people while he strangles the last breath of our miniscule remaining freedoms. This is truly an historic moment.


At January 19, 2009 3:53 PM, Blogger Mimi said...

But it's so much fun to watch the darlin' little family settle into the White House! The tall, attractive wife, the precious little girls, the doggie-to-be, the jaunty young father with his beautiful teeth. So don't be such a spoil sport!
And turn up the music, will you, because I keep hearing those screams...

At January 19, 2009 7:58 PM, Blogger rob payne said...


Well said, well said. And thanks, I needed that. You will of course forgive me if I sleep through the big O's big day.


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