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Obama’s Emergency Energy Plan [Satire]

Monday, August 4, 2008, Washington, D.C.

Presumptive democrat nominee, Barack Hussein Obama, announced a new emergency energy plan today. In a speech at the Feeble-Minded Democrats of America (FMDA) conference, Barack Obama chastised “Big Oil” for making a ten-percent profit margin while family budgets are stretched thin by being forced to pay upwards of $4.00/gal. for gasoline. The Feeble-Minded Democrats comprise the majority of the party’s elite and gave Senator Obama standing ovations several times during his address.

Sen. Obama was visibly incensed, “It is unconscionable that the ‘fat cats’ of Big Oil reap the benefits from this country’s natural resources while the poor suffer, and I intend to do something about it.”

“First, I’m proposing a ‘Windfall Profits Contribution’ that will relieve Big Oil from the accounting complexities demanded by dealing with very large numbers. We’ll simply reclassify appropriate ‘excess’ profits as voluntary contributions to my federal government. The oil companies will save money by hiring less capable accountants and their reporting of profits to shareholders will require less disk space and paper since they'll be dealing with smaller numbers. The plan detailing these provisions is called The Accounting Simplification System (A.S.S.). Recent discussions with experts have convinced us to skip a scaled-down partial implementation and go directly to the full system, termed the A.S.S. Whole system.

“Second, I’ll propose a new department, the Department of Largess whose job it will be to distribute the funds donated by the oil companies. In order to maintain the administration of the new department at the highest level of confidence, I’m appointing Reverends Jeremiah Wright, Jesse Jackson, and Al Sharpton as the board of directors. The veracity of this group is unassailable and they will comprise the brain trust of the A.S.S. Whole system.”

 “Third, I’ll create another alternative to alternative energy sources. We’ll fund several promising new sources of electrical power, such as Potato Farms, Eel Farms, and Shuffle Farms. I will also put to rest a vicious and unfounded rumor that is related to our new energy bill.”

“These new alternatives to previous alternatives are as yet untapped resources that can be exploited to offer cheap and renewable sources of electricity.”

“For example, an experimental plant in Walla Walla, Washington is currently in small-scale production of electricity from banks of potato batteries. The Potato Farm is currently producing 610 watts/day, but will increase output (by adding more potato cells) in about 90 days. An added “green” feature is that once a potato’s energy is exhausted, the remains are sold to Sonic Drive-ins to be made into Tater Tots.”

“Another progressive concept is the Shuffle Farm. This facility employs homeless individuals in a humanitarian work program. They are paid to continuously shuffle up and down treated nylon carpet lanes while wearing helmets which contact a metal ceiling connector (not unlike bumper cars). The energy produced by a single individual is small, but with full scale production (about 500 homeless per plant) a facility should produce 2.5 Kilowatts/day. Output has been found to increase dramatically when pit bulls are released into the shuffle cells.”

Eel Farms are the third new source of energy funded by my new program. I will be funding a Department of Eel Husbandry to study breeding electric eels for use in electricity production. An 8 foot, 40 pound eel can produce intermittent discharges of up to 650 volts for up to one hour. In practice, male eels are connected to a collection grid while residing in individual tanks. When a female eel is brought into proximity with the male, he discharges. Immediately following discharge, the male goes to sleep.

By presenting the female and triggering the male’s discharge, the male can generate voltage about once every twenty minutes. The experimental plant dubbed “The Eel Rancho Grande,” is currently producing peaks of 3.0 kilowatts with thirty-seven active males. A problem yet to be resolved is that the continuous excitement/discharge soon depletes the males such that upon ‘retirement,’ some have weighed as little as two pounds.”

“And finally, I want to refute an assertion that the U.S. was intending to steal power from Canada. The really, really, large extension cord running under Lake Huron to Canada’s Bruce A nuclear power plant was part of an energy plan initiated by the Bush administration and I pulled the plug as soon as I learned of it.”

‘Let there be no doubt, if elected, I will transform our energy shortfall into an energy surplus, literally overflowing with volts and watts and stuff.”
 
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The Press Could Not Ignore a McCain Visit to House Republicans

Talk about free face-time on all of the MSM, John could hardly find anything so newsworthy anywhere in his bag of tricks. A brief visit (quietly leaked to the press) to the south wing might even get play in NYT and WaPo, and CNN. It very simply couldn't hurt. PLEASE JOHN, pick up a few pizzas and a couple of six-packs and DO IT!
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Barack Obama – Mr. Potato Head?

What are we seeing in Barack Hussein Obama? Are we seeing the “real” Obama? Are we privy to the inner Barry, is what we see, what we’ll get?

Not a chance.

We are seeing what his handlers want us to see. Barry has more handlers than the fluffing corps at a porno convention. We are being force-fed the candidate that the handlers (Political Light & Magic, Ltd.) believe we want to see. Barry is a packaged product, not unlike any other over-priced, over-hyped, product that won’t do what it’s supposed to do and isn’t worth what we have to pay for it.

Think of all the “pain points” that this product is supposed to address: a soft economy, an energy “crisis,” the aftermath of the Iraq war, Iran’s nuclear ambitions, global warming, racial strife, and on and on and on, ad infinitum.

His political handlers are more like “artists,” in that they must take a lump that is Obama, starting with little more than a gift for oratory and a pleasant appearance, and mold and shape that silly putty into a completed product that is convincing to the sheeple. That’s quite a task.

The real genius of his “artists” is that they are trying to mold him into so many different shapes, all at the same time – that may be why he appears so “lumpy” at times.

His artistic crew is made up of painters (of a rosy picture), sculptors (molding a desirable persona), composers (of his thoughts and statements), and chiselers (who will chip away our income through his tax and spend policy positions). Without his artist handlers, Barry is a thin, articulate, movie extra. He could play a mid-level bureaucrat on TV, but I doubt that before this election he would have been cast as a “leader of men.”

The problem with Barry is that he is a composite, an amalgam, the Barack Hussein Obama that is presented to the public is a Mr. Potato Head, with all sorts of attributes, concerns, plans, and positions stuck on to embellish the overall product. But underneath, he’s just a brown, thin-skinned, white-inside, lump of starch and empty calories.

 

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Pelosi or Bin Laden, Who’s The Enemy?

I know, I know, Osama is the founder of Al-Qaeda. He claimed responsibility for the carnage of 9/11 and has been officially branded a terrorist. He’s an undeniably bad guy. But what has he done TO us lately? His inaction has been far less damaging to the United States than Nancy Pelosi’s actions (and absence of action).

Which one is really an enemy?

San Fran Nan, in the face of increasing gasoline prices and the plight of working families, has chosen to thwart all efforts to increase our own production of oil. She has blocked all efforts to even allow a vote. Why? Because she knows she and her minions will lose.

The price of a gallon of gas is only one problem. Our growing dependence on foreign oil is potentially much more serious – MUCH MORE SERIOUS.

Instead of drilling for new oil, she wants to release oil from the strategic preserve. Apparently, she doesn’t understand why the Strategic Petroleum Reserve is there. Let’s look at the meaning of the word “Strategic”: Highly important to an intended objective; Essential to the effective conduct of a war.

Either Rep. Pelosi doesn’t know the definition of the word “strategic” or she thinks that we are in a situation where defending ourselves against $4.00/gal. gasoline is more important than defending ourselves from an supply disruption – whether caused by an aggressor or a natural disaster.

We currently have 727.2 million barrels in reserve (U.S. Dept. of Energy). Our capacity was authorized to be increased to one billion barrels by The Energy Policy Act of 2005. Those one billion barrels were determined to be a reserve in case of war or disruption in the supply of oil – not to temporarily reduce the price at the pump. We’ve tapped the reserve only twice: in 1991, during Desert Storm and again in 2005 (after Katrina) to replace output from shutdown Gulf of Mexico facilities. Each of these drawdowns were for 30-35 million barrels. The current inventory in the SPR would last from 33 days (with no domestic production) to 98 days with continued domestic production – and only supplanting imported oil.

The SPR is insurance, pure and simple. It would allow our economy to survive a serious blow. Reducing our “insurance” exposes the country to dire consequences if the unthinkable occurs. Is Nancy really willing to go “all in” and expose the country to economic disaster? Apparently, politics is more important to Sen. Pelosi.

Drawing down the SPR is the best solution Nancy’s got? Based on her current immovable position, she could be potentially more harmful than Bin Laden.

Let me say that I’m sure if we were attacked, she would change her tune. I’m sure that DEEP down inside she is a patriot. But she is placing the country and our economy at serious risk for purely political reasons.

There aren’t many LESS noble reasons to stonewall any exploration of domestic oil – and for that unyielding position, I believe her to be currently more dangerous to the country than Bin Laden.
 
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Barak Obama, Covert CIA Agent? Chapter 1, The Plot

 
This is a work of FICTION

Reid Enright was a staunch conservative. A grounded kind of guy with no particular axe to grind with Barack Obama. He didn’t plan on voting for him, but he seemed nice enough. Reid had been awarded a contract by the Obama campaign to maintain the teleprompter laptops and the ones used by the speechwriters. It was a pretty easy job and although it didn’t pay much, he got to travel on the campaign’s tab. Beats doing home rescue calls for “Nerds Are Us.”

His main contact was a mid-level speechwriter, a young woman named Shanda Lear. She was cute in a kinda nerdish way herself and Reid thought, hmmmm, maybe one day …

The usual scenario was that Reid would run a set of diagnostics on the two laptops (main and backup) immediately before downloading the speech from a DVD produced by the speechwriters. After the download, Shanda had the responsibility to spot check the speech on both teleprompter laptops and certify that everything was in order. They did this two days before a really major address and one day for more ordinary speeches.

Friday night’s address was a big one; an important policy speech that the campaign thought would lift Obama above the magic 50% mark and keep him there. They were confident of a significant bounce. So far, Reid wasn’t privy to the contents but the buzz was that it would be a bombshell. Florida was important in the electoral tally and McCain had been polling strong there. McCain was inching up on Obama all over the country, Obama needed help.

Reid worked peculiar hours; he was on call at any time, day or night,  to recover a lost file or train a new staffer – nothing too difficult. Shanda called Wednesday evening to arrange for a test download, and they met in the hotel’s small conference room to do the transfer. He usually loaded the “B” unit (the backup) first and they verified that the file was copied ok before loading the main computer. Everything was working fine. They’d do the same thing tomorrow evening with an updated version of the speech. Once checked, both laptops went with Shanda for safekeeping until right before the speech. The campaign was extremely security conscious and knew how much Obama depended on the teleprompter.

On the way back to his room, Reid passed a partially open door and heard part of a heated conversation coming from inside. One voice sounded like Rick Shaw, one of Obama’s top campaign guys, but he couldn’t identify the other. “These hicks are brain dead, don’t worry about it;” that was Rick for sure. Reid stopped – “hicks” and “brain dead,” - curious talk from a campaign staffer. “I don’t give a sh** – he can’t say that,” responded the other. “No one will ever know, we’ve covered all the bases, created documents, put evidence in place, we’re covered – this story will get us the big enchilada.” Again, Reid could recognize that voice but still couldn’t identify the other. The unknown guy said “if anyone finds about this – we’re finished, and so is Barack – we’ll all go to prison.” Whoa … “prison”, Reid heard loud and clear. He thought “Holy Sh**, what’s going on here,” and eased over against the wall to hear the conversation better. For several minutes, the two went back and forth, arguing over the details of the plan, the sheer audacity of which ran a chill up Reid’s back. “Someone’s got to know about this,” he knew he had to do something.

All at once, the door shut. Someone must have noticed that it was ajar. Good thing they didn’t check outside first. Reid continued down the hall a few steps and heard the door open behind him. Looking back, he saw Frank Phurter exit the room. He looked nervously at Reid but didn’t know him and moved off in the other direction. Phurter had been the head of the “dirty tricks” unit for Hillary’s campaign and was now employed by Obama. Reid had never met him, but Shanda had pointed him out at a rally once.

Now it all made sense, Obama was worse than an “empty suit”, his shorts were empty too. And the campaign was about to fool the voters into believing that there was something that he’d been hiding. Out of patriotism and duty, Obama had kept it quiet. This would bolster his credentials and give him the shiny brass balls he lacked – holy crap; this was the “bombshell.” Man, when a dirty tricks guy thinks that a plan is too risky, that ought to be a red flag.

Reid was pissed. “Outright lies, fabricating a complete bullsh** story to get that s.o.b. elected, what a crock. I can’t let them get away with this. But what can I do? No one will believe me – they’ll just deny, deny, deny.” And then, Reid had a “eureka” moment, he knew what he must do.

He called Shanda and told her he’d just downloaded a later version of PromptMe (the teleprompter software) and needed to update the two computers before Friday’s address. Reluctant to modify software right before such an important speech, Shanda took some convincing. Reid described an important update that fixed a problem with the “roll” of the advancing script whereby it just froze. That did the trick. A dead prompter was a worst case scenario for the campaign. Obama would be a puppet without someone manipulating the strings; a dummy without his ventriloquist. He became an “umm-bot,” prone to unintelligible words liberally interspersed by “umm’s.” If anything went wrong with the teleprompter, they would cancel the address – it was that serious.

Shanda dropped the laptops by Reid’s room saying she’d be back after a meeting, about ten-ish, to pick them up. She also left the latest speech DVD so Reid could load it at the same time. Reid had roughly three hours to work some magic.

He enabled the Wi-Fi on both prompter pc’s (normally not enabled for security reasons) and verified access to each from his personal laptop. He copied the Thursday version of the speech to his laptop. He could now access the final speech from his own computer when the time came. He downloaded a new release of PromptMe, which in fact only had minor fixes, to give him cover for wanting early access to the computers. The stage was set.

This was the first opportunity he’d had to actually read an Obama speech. Normally, when he and Shanda did their thing, he never had much time to absorb the words, he was just interested in making sure that the text was there and available to the display unit; the rest was up to the camera and prompter technicians and His Holiness.

As he read, he could tell that Obama was building up to the “reveal.” The first few minutes was the usual fluff: “the wonderful folks in Orlando,” “proud heritage,” “important battleground state,” “how much he loved Floridians,” blah, blah, blah. Same old crap wherever he spoke. Sure they’d change a few words (that must be the “change” Obama talks about) and tweak the boilerplate so the “rubes” would think that it was especially for them. He read on … here it comes …

“My friends, I’m going to tell you a secret. A secret about a defining moment in my life. For reasons of national security, I could not tell this story before. What I’m about to tell you will flesh out Barack Obama so that you will finally see me as I really am. John McCain and the press have savaged me for having no military experience. Well, now you’ll hear the truth. I was an undercover CIA operative for two years and saw armed combat in a small country in the Java Sea south of Borneo, where I led rebels in overthrowing a ruthless tyrant. This occurred during those two years when I was supposedly in Hawaii writing my book. I developed the battle plan, executed it, and personally led the rebel troops in attacking an airbase held by the national army. I was wounded in action and received the Department of Defense’s Patriot medal for bravery. Of course, because this was a secret C.I.A. operation, no one would ever know; until now. Recently, the C.I.A. declassified my records, so my story can now be told.”

Reid’s stomach was churning – it was all he could do to keep his lunch down. Reading this propaganda – no, not propaganda, propaganda was benign compared to this vile fabrication, these out-and-out lies. Earlier, he’d heard details of how evidence was planted into state department files, in D.O.D. files, and even the C.I.A. covert database. All to bolster the resume – the gravitas – of “Empty Shorts,” who was being groomed to be the next president. As Reid went on, he could see that the reveal must’ve taken up half of the speech. They were really banking on this “data dump” of outright crap to boogie Obama right into the White House – and no doubt, it would. Reid had never known that words could make a person physically ill, but those words did.

Shanda knocked at almost eleven – the meeting lasted longer than expected. The laptops were ready and back in their cases. She took both and left for her room. Now Reid had to figure out how he could manipulate the text to help Barack spill the beans. It was common knowledge within the staff that he’d read whatever was displayed, completely oblivious to what he was saying. He could have read a tribute to George Bush (Satan himself) without a clue to the words he was speaking. He was a polished automaton who simply, flawlessly, verbalized what he read.

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It was Friday; it was “show time,” just fifteen minutes before His Holiness took the stage to spread the manure around. Reid was ready, he felt like James Bond about to spring a trap on some eastern bloc spies to save the world.

Reid, feigning an upset stomach, left the arena and returned to his room. He had just enough time to download the finalized speech to his computer and compare it to the older version to flag any last minute changes that might affect his plan. There were very few changes to the areas that he expected to “adjust.” Through the WiFi hookup, Reid’s pc would follow the main computer’s text as it rolled, keeping the two computers synchronized. Reid’s laptop triggered on specific words in the main text and replaced original words with words from Reid’s text – it could be one word or several sentences. This happened in the pre-display queue since he was reading ahead of the actual display. Since he never actually changed any data on the prompter laptop, the speech remained in pristine condition. That left no evidence to explain why Obama got a case of verbal diarrhea. Reid was ready.

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Watching a network feed, he could see that the crowd was extremely agitated. Word had gotten around that there would be some major content in this speech – no one knew what, but the press was there in force – perhaps a small leak? Obama takes the podium and the crowd goes wild, chanting “O Bam Ma, O Bam Ma.” He starts in, twice having to ask the crowd to “simmer down.” The spectacle reminded Reid of an Elvis concert he saw when he was young. Obama went on with the speech until the trigger displayed Reid’s replacement words on Obama’s teleprompter. Dutifully, he read them as written:

My friends, I’m going to tell you a secret. A secret about a defining moment in my life. I could not tell this story before. What I’m about to tell you will flesh out Barack Obama so that you will finally see me as I really am. I am a white-hating Muslim socialist Marxist. Allah is great. Allah Akbar, Allah Akbar! And as soon as I’m elected, I’ll take money from the rich bastards and give it to the poor  and I’ll be naming Reverends Wright, Jackson, and Sharpton to cabinet positions. You honkies have had power for too …”
 
That’s about as far as it got, two of his senior staff pulled him away from the mike and off the stage. They made it look like there had been an assassination attempt. Stanley Cupp, one of the campaign’s senior advisors took the mike and explained that Barack had been poisoned, perhaps with LSD, and didn’t know what he was saying. Reid had to laugh, watching that a**hole do his best to spin what had just happened. Good luck. Almost 45,000 fans in the arena had just watched their messiah implode – not to mention several million watching the networks. He was probably toast now, and Reid couldn’t be happier. He was content in knowing that Barack could now return to community organizing or lawyering, or whatever wound his clock, never knowing exactly what happened or why he wouldn’t be president. This was karma, the forces of the universe had interceded to stop a travesty; the cosmos was in balance again.

 

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Barak Obama, Covert CIA Agent? Chapter 2, The Big Lie


This is a work of FICTION and will make more sense if you've read Chapter 1 first

The following is a transcript of the primary working document describing the CIA mission supposedly undertaken by Barack and Michelle Obama. It never happened. It was created by Obama’s campaign operatives to embellish Obama’s qualifications to be president. The campaign had done an expert job of placing evidence to support the bogus story. A number of forged documents were placed in highly secret files in order to confirm the accounts. If their plan had worked, we'd all be believing that Obama had been a covert CIA hero.

C A M P A I G N   C O N F I D E N T I A L  -  E Y E S   O N L Y 

Obama was, in fact, a secret CIA operative. This was a well-kept secret, limited to only a few highly-placed DOD and CIA officials. To his credit, Obama kept the secret even though exposure would have greatly enhanced his credentials to be commander-in-chief. He’d been flogged by the right for not having any military experience and was painted as a “wimp” by the conservative talk shows.

Little did they know, that far from a wimp, Obama was a true American hero. He did his patriotic duty and kept his exploits secret at the expense of his political campaign, because he is a man of honor.

He had played an integral part in the overthrow of the government of Para Cojones (a small island country in the Java Sea, south of Borneo). His cover, to explain his absence during the two months of planning and preparation, was that he was editing his new book, The Audacity of Hope, in Hawaii.

Both Barack and Michelle were recruited by a covert CIA agent in Chicago (cover name: Deep Anus). He met them at a church socialist (er, social) at the Trinity church where the Obamas were members. He knew that Barack spoke enough Indonesian to get by, and thought that under that foppish, metrosexual exterior, was a Rambo-like core that was tough as nails (real ones, not the stick-on kind).

He and Michelle were secretly trained for the mission by a small group of ex-special forces vets who honed their survival skills, hand-to-hand combat, weapons and tactics, and PSYOPS capabilities. Both became expert marksmen (er, markspeople).

Michelle already had the vicious instincts of a pit bull and the strength to lift a Morris Minor off its tires. Truth be told, the spec ops guys were wary of her. She was thought to have chronic PMS and she was given a “wide berth” by most of the advisors. She really looked the part in camo BDUs with an AK-47 slung over her shoulder. In fact, a snapshot of she and Barack was taken that somehow found its way back to the New Yorker.

Their operation fell under the direct authority of USSOCOM (U.S. Special Operations Command) and their clandestine recruitment and training was specifically approved by DOD at the highest levels.

Their task (code named “Gutter Ball”) was to air-drop into the jungles of Para Cojones and to meet up with rebel forces, under the command of Imir Wheraru. The CIA had been providing the rebels with arms and ammunition, Coors Light beer, and Hannah Montana DVDs to win their support for the mission.

It was to be an extremely dangerous mission – one from which our heroic couple might not return. Barack and Michelle had volunteered out of love for their country (the U.S.A.), the country in which Michelle had so much pride, and the willingness to die, if necessary, for the American way of life.

Para Cojones’ dictator, Gespacho Garbanzo, was a ruthless tyrant who had taken over a small secret U.S. airbase there. His troops occupied the base and refused to allow U.S. aircraft to land or take off. He commandeered several secret experimental aircraft and held eighty-eight Americans hostages. There were two main objectives: one, free the hostages, and two, secure the secret aircraft.

He and Michelle were air-dropped into the jungle and worked their way to the outskirts of Toenale Abubu, the capital. In a secret safe-house, Obama and Michelle linked up with the rebels and went over the plan. The rebels were a ragtag group, hardly a fighting force, but after hearing Obama’s inspirational “we are the ones you’ve been waiting for” speech, they were full of hope.

This would change.

Early the next morning they quietly slipped out of Toenale Abubu and hacked their way through the dense jungle, staying off of the usual native trails. Each mile traveled took at least three hours, even with their Tom Tom Go pointing the way (it kept pointing out Stuckys ahead and making them detour around phantom road construction). They camped overnight within two miles of the base and went over their assignments.

After a hearty native meal of beans and nutria (a large rat-like animal) they sat around a small campfire and farted a lot.

Before sunup, final preparations were made. Weapons checked, extra ammo issued, and CIA-required Last Will and Testament signed by each man. When they were told why they were signing such a document Obama’s balloon of hope pretty much burst. Many started making excuses about how they needed to go home to take out the garbage, fix a broken gate, or attend a PTA meeting. It was even worse when they were told that Garbanzo’s forces outnumbered them by 4 to 1. What had started out as a force of thirty-five diminished each time Obama’s back was turned. Within an hour, they numbered twelve.

No matter, the man with the heart of a lion (and the woman with the heart of a croc) were brave enough to execute the attack by themselves, if necessary. These brave volunteers were heroes in-the-making. They proceeded towards their target; their destiny.

They were close now, close enough to see the sentries stationed around the administration building. Intel had learned that the hostages were being held there. The hangar containing the aircraft was about 150 feet away and heavily guarded – that could be a problem.

The plan was to set off a couple of grenades at the opposite end of the runway to distract the guards. Right on time, two explosions shattered the morning silence. The guards were obviously surprised, they weren’t expecting an attack, so about half of them dropped their weapons and ran into the jungle (those were the democrats of Para Cojones, the “Kowwurd” party members). The remaining guards were all focused on the end of the runway.

Obama slipped unnoticed into the administration building and freed the eighty-eight hostages while the remaining rebel forces attacked the base perimeters, causing massive confusion among Garbanzo’s forces. After two hours of fierce fighting, the rebels finally overcame the larger government forces and controlled the base.

They rolled out the escape aircraft with Michelle at the controls.

It was the XTR-A, called the “Ferry”, it was a newly developed troop carrier that had STOL capabilities, in-flight movies, free SunChips, and could hold up to 100 Marines and their gear. Michelle had earned her “wings” in a flight simulator and was qualified as a pilot.

Designed to get to “hot spots” quickly, the aircraft was capable of Mach 1 and could also hover like a helicopter. It was to be the main support craft for the Fast Armed Response Team (FART). Still designated a “secret” development by the Skunk Works, the existence of the aircraft had not been revealed to the public or even Congress (it was a “black” project, funded by the CIA).

Obama got the injured and wounded onboard, leaving about sixty men to secure the base. Armed with the considerable firepower recovered from the nationals, they could hold out until reinforcements arrived the next day.

Only then did Barack inform Michelle that he’d been wounded. It was a painful wound, but not serious.

Obama put the mission and the hostages first, not allowing himself to succumb to pain until after the operation was secure.

They flew back to Darwin, Australia where the injured (including Obama) were treated and debriefing took place.

Both Michelle and Barack were awarded the D.O.D. Patriot’s medal for extreme bravery in the face of overwhelming odds. The award is a “black” award in that it cannot be publicized and is in fact, a secret award.

In fact, the entire operation would never see the light of day – it would remain classified for 99 years.
 
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President Obama - Terror in the Rose Garden [Satire]

President Obama called an end to the Iraq war today during a press conference in the rose garden. His first words: “I promised that I’d end the illegal and immoral war that we’ve been fighting for the last six years, and by Obama, I’m going to do just that.”

When the President stepped into the Rose Garden, it was said that the heavens opened up and a golden light shown down upon him; some say they saw a halo. Although the day had been cloudy, the clouds parted and disappeared. A soft summer breeze smelled of freshly-baked cookies and cinnamon; flowers blossomed and songbirds chirped their happy songs. The Washington Post called it “a wonderous moment; a religious experience.”

As he began to speak, thousands lining Pennsylvania Avenue were taken aback when the earth started to tremble. While some took the movement as an approving sign from God, it turned that the crowd's tingling legs (like Chris Matthews) began to spasm in unison, at the same harmonic frequency, and went into sympathetic resonance, causing a 3.9 earthquake.

Journalists
are still trying to verify the accuracy of reports describing the events that followed. There have been conflicting reports of the President’s actions.

The troubled New York Times had its last remaining reporter covering the event and he reported that the President showed exceptional calm and “true grit” while those around him panicked.

But bloggers were present and told a different story. The bloggers say (and cellphone cameras confirm) that the actual signing was delayed until the Secret Service was able to coax the president to come out from his hiding place under a wheelchair.

Witnesses say that when the quake started, he turned white as a sheet, appeared to freeze for a moment, and then went completely berserk. He pushed a nurse out of the way and shoved 105-year-old Mrs. Polly Ester and her husband Lester to the ground and cowered under Mrs. Ester's wheelchair until the quake had subsided. Secret Service agents reported that the President was still visibly shaken and as pale as Michael Jackson when he was retrieved. Lester Ester, Polly, and Polly's nurse were taken to Al Sharpton Memorial for observation.
 
The front page of the Times credited President Obama with incredible bravery in saving the lives of Mr. and Mrs. Ester and the nurse. Showing true spunk, the President continued the ceremony after changing his soiled shorts and pants. His spokesperson said that the president's continued trembling was attributed to anger that he wasn't able to save more lives. 

A brief interview with the Esters at the hospital found them with a few scrapes and bruises, but otherwise ok. 94-year-old Lester Ester was still fuming and brandishing his cane; "I'll kick his yellow a$$, I don't care if he is the president." Apparently, Mr. Ester forgot that President Obama is black.

More at 11. 
 
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How to Evaluate President Bush

Although I’m no longer a qualified programmer, I could still write a program to support the left’s considered, thoughtful, in-depth assessment of any of Bush’s decisions, actions, or policies. It’s really not too difficult.

Instructions: Type any Bush activity and touch Enter.

The program code:

Step 1. Accept input from keyboard.
Step 2. Display “WRONG”.
Step 3. Go to Step 1.

That’s pretty much it. No pesky IF conditions, no evaluation of variables, no complex arguments, just the results as predefined in the specs written by a consortium of the DNC, Kos, Huffington, MSM, etc.. It’s obvious they’ve been using a similar program for years.

Imagine that, Bush is sheer perfection – he’s ALWAYS wrong! We should be able to harness this unique ability and steer the country in the right direction by doing exactly the opposite of what the prez proposes. What a concept. How could we go wrong?

BTW, I’ll donate any software license revenue from this program to charity, I’m glad I could help.
 
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Obamadinejad & Ahmadinejad

Iran’s Mahmoud Ahmadinejad has taken a hard line with the European powers and with the U.N. … and it’s working. He’s buying time; he knows that no one (short of Israel) is going to attack him. He can continue to thumb his nose at the world, with little chance of negative consequences. Even when countries are finally fed up with Iran’s posturing, the most he can expect will be a few additional sanctions.

Ahmadinejad won’t go to the bargaining table with Obama thinking that he’ll have to make concessions. He’ll go in with a hard-line position and wait to see what kind of “carrot(s)” Obama will offer so the negotiations could be touted as a “success.” Iran will be smart (from their perspective) to refuse to make any meaningful concession. Since Obama will yield, and make no mistake, Obama will yield. He’ll ease existing sanctions, send them a few billion “foreign aid” dollars, and give them nuclear power technology, if they’ll just refrain from developing a nuke.

They’ll agree, and Obama will revel in his own magnificence, believing that he’d shown the world that negotiation did work – he was right all along. He’d played showdown with Satan himself and won. People will see his face on burnt toast and in rock formations, and the faithful will pray to him. “Obama Akbar” will become a common salutation among the left, replacing “know wat ahm sayin?” in the vernacular.

But Iran will continue their program, fully aware that they’d faked Obama out of his shorts, and in another year or so, there’ll be a nuclear test. They’ve just upped the ante. Now what, President Obama? Negotiate some more?

If Israel doesn’t take them out first, it’s inevitable. And guess what? Obama will blame it all on Bush.
 
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Limericks in honor of Obama

Here are a few limericks I conjured up with our hero (Obama) as the subject. I love limericks, and believe me I tried to find a way to get "Nantucket" into one, but I couldn't make it work.
 
 
There once was a dem named Barack
 
Whose campaign was way out of whack

Rev Wright was his pastor

And Michelle was his master

And oh, did I mention he’s black

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There once was a man named Barack

Whose weakness was that he lacked

The balls to be strong

That’s why he’s so wrong

He can’t keep us from being attacked

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There once was a man named Obami

Whose speeches were filled with salami

He tries to deceive us

Of our money relieve us

But most of us prefer pastrami

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There once was a man named Obami

Whose name sounds a lot like Osami

His cojones are missing

Soros butt is he kissing

And he swears he’s not an Islami
 
 
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Soldiers recount deadly Afghanistan attack - REAL

Folks, this is the real thing. A first-hand blow-by-blow description of the recent Afghanistan attack. The link is to a Stars and Stripes article. It graphically illustrates what these brave men are going through in the name of freedom. The article brought a lump to my throat. Everyone should hear this recount of bravery and determination, it'll remind us that these guys really do put themselves in harm's way -voluntarily - for us. Please read.
 
 
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Obama's Hospital Non Visit - quoting Sgt. Major

Here's a statement from the Command Sergeant Major at Landstuhl. He oughta know.
 
Today, Command Sergeant Major Craig Layton, USA (Ret.) — who served as the Command Sergeant Major at Landstuhl — issued the following statement on Barack Obama’s canceled visit to Ramstein and Landstuhl:

“Having spent two years as the Command Sergeant Major at Landstuhl Hospital, I am always grateful for the attention that facility receives from members of Congress. There is no more important work done by the United States Army than to care for those who have been wounded in the service our country. While Americans troops remain engaged in two hot wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, there is a steady stream of casualties to the hospital, and a steady stream of visitors who wish to meet with those troops and thank them for their service.

“Senator Obama has explained his decision to cancel a scheduled visit there by blaming the military, which would not allow one of his political advisers to join him in a tour of the facility. Why Senator Obama felt he needed an adviser with him to visit U.S. troops is unclear, but if Senator Obama isn’t comfortable meeting wounded American troops without his entourage, perhaps he does not have the experience necessary to serve as commander in chief.”
 
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We're Seniors - Don't Blame Us For This Mess

This is not original - a friend sent it to me, but it obviously struck a nerve. It is true. It's those damn young whippersnappers that have caused all the trouble!
 
Senior citizens are constantly being criticized for every conceivable deficiency of the modern world, real or imaginary.  We know we take responsibility for all we have done and do not blame others.

HOWEVER, upon reflection, we would like to point out that it was NOT the senior citizens who took:
 
      The melody out of music,
    The pride out of appearance,
    The courtesy out of driving,
    The romance out of love,
    The commitment out of marriage,
    The responsibility out of parenthood,
    The togetherness out of the family, 
    The discipline out of child rearing, 
    The
learning out of education,

    The service out of patriotism,
    The Golden Rule from rulers,
    The nativity scene out of cities,
    The civility out of behavior,
    The refinement out of language,
    The dedication out of employment,
    The prudence out of spending,
    The ambition out of achievement, or,
    God out of government and school.
Amen.
 

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Premature Obamanation

What we have here is a case of Premature Obama Nation. Many, including the MSM have already awarded the country to Obama - I think they're premature.
 
How on earth did we get to a place where Barack Obama stands a real chance to become this country’s president?
 
That’s a rhetorical question - and I’m going to try to answer it myself in an effort to find some logic behind his selection because frankly, I’m Obamboozled.
 
First, the disclaimer – I am not a racist. Obama’s skin could be many shades lighter or darker; that has no bearing on my concern. He could be taller or shorter, slimmer or stouter, I don’t care. His physical appearance is not part of the answer (except that many blacks will vote for him simply because he is black).
 
It’s what’s on the inside that worries me.
 
And, perhaps more importantly, what’s not on the inside. Three major problems leap out at me: experience, associations, and judgment. I’ve seen no evidence that Obama could be awarded anything but a “below average” on any of those issues.
 
Experience. Obama is particularly lacking in any area of experience that would be helpful as President, except civil rights.
 
His time as a Community Organizer was entirely civil rights related. As an attorney, his work was again primarily related to civil rights. Even during his two terms as a state senator, the majority of his thrust was in the area of race. That’s not to say that his area of concentration was wrong, after all, he was representing the 13th district in Chicago’s south side, a predominantly black district. His brief time in the U.S. Senate (approximately 322 days of actual work) yielded only two notable achievements (the only two bills he sponsored that became law) were:
 
S. 2125, A bill to promote relief, security, and democracy in the Democratic Republic of the Congo.
 
S. 3757, A bill to designate the facility of the United States Postal Service located at 950 Missouri Avenue in East St. Louis, Illinois, as the "Katherine Dunham Post Office Building." (Katherine Dunham was called the "Matriarch of black dance.")
 
Neither were monumental achievements and both were related to race.
 
I don’t think that anyone would challenge his “chops” in the area of civil rights – right? True, he wasn’t in the trenches during the rights struggles, and he didn’t grow up in a segregated world, but he did work to help “his people.”
 
Well, if we all can agree that he has a demonstrable record of working for civil rights, why can’t we also agree that his resume is certifiably deficient in any other area? He simply doesn’t have any other experience that would be considered helpful to his sought-after job – the grand prize, the big Kahuna, the most difficult job on the planet - the Presidency.
 
Associations. A second area of concern with Obama is his exposure to ideas and philosophies. Merely being exposed to negative elements doesn’t mean that one will automatically adopt those elements, but long-term exposure does make them more difficult to ignore. Did some smidgen of sympathy sneak in?
 
His father was raised as a Muslim, but later became atheist. His mother viewed religion as “a phenomenon to be treated with a suitable respect, but with a suitable detachment as well.” He did attend a Muslim school (the Basuki school) while in Indonesia, but it was not of the extreme madrassa variety. Even if he doesn’t think he’s a Muslim, in Arab culture and under Islamic law, if your father is a Muslim, so are you. And once a Muslim, always a Muslim. You cannot go back. In Islamic eyes, Obama is certainly a Muslim. He may think he's a Christian, but they do not.
 
He was exposed to anti-capitalist influences. He called Frank Marshall Davis “his childhood mentor.” Davis was publicly identified as a member of the Communist Party USA. Obama admits to developing a close relationship, “almost like a son,” with Davis. Obama attended “socialist conferences” and was exposed to Marxist literature during his last two years in Hawaii when he was 17-18 years-old. Obama refers to Mr. Davis repeatedly in his book “Dreams From My Father,” but refers to him only as “Frank.”
 
His long-time association with Reverend Wright is extremely troubling. I’ve not seen any attendance records showing how often he attended, but one would think that if it were infrequent, we’d have heard that before now. The Black Liberation Theology (BLT) espoused by Rev. Wright is racist – there can be no other interpretation – “BLT will accept only the love of God which participates in the destruction of the white enemy.” And Obama sat in a pew in that church for 20 years? And nothing influenced him? He couldn’t have been listening.
 
He apparently spent more time with William Ayers than he now admits. He shrugs any mention of Ayers as an “acquaintance.” There’s a lot of evidence that they were more than just “friends.” The troublesome part of his association with Ayers (and his wife, Bernadine Dohrn) is that they were both admitted and unapologetic domestic terrorists (bombers) and members of the Weather Underground. Both were ultra-leftists and Marxists.
 
There’s lots more to condemn Obama’s choice of associates. He was more-than-friendly with Hatem El-Hady (linked by the Justice Dept. to Hamas), Tony Rezko (now convicted of 12 counts of wire and mail fraud, two counts of money laundering and two counts of aiding and abetting bribery). And we’ve all heard about the “sweetheart” deal on the Obama homestead engineered by Rezko. Rashid Khalidi is another Obama “associate”. A former PLO operative who often spoke to reporters on behalf of Yasser Arafat’s PLO when he lived in Beirut, Khalidi even hosted a fundraiser for Obama’s first congressional campaign. There are more shady associations, but you get the picture.
 
The questions relating to Obama’s associations are three: Why’d Obama associate with so many “unsavory” characters? Why did those characters choose to associate themselves with Obama? Is it possible that conversations, discussions, opinions, etc. between Obama and these characters never influenced Obama in any way? If he didn’t seem to be a “kindred spirit,” why’d they continue to hang with him? Birds of a feather?
 
Judgment. The bigger problem is his judgment – or lack thereof. After identifying some of those ne’er-do-well associations, one has to wonder why Obama believed that cavorting with them was ok. He was in the mode of expecting to run for public office for some time – that’s the reason for joining Rev. Wright’s church – it was said that it would be beneficial for a black Chicago politician to belong to the Trinity United Church of Christ.
 
I’m quite sure that if he could, Obama would erase any evidence that he spent time with Ayers, Dohrn, El-Hady, Rezko, Khalidi, et al, he’d do it in a heartbeat (more under-the-bus causalities), but it’s on the record. Sound judgment, pretty much a prerequisite for a President, is demonstrably lacking in Barack Hussein Obama.
 
Those enamored of Obama can't create experience where there isn't any, they can't deny Obama's associations - they're part of public record, and it going to be hard to find an example his good judgment (I'm still looking).

ARE YOU PLANNING TO VOTE FOR OBAMA TO BE PRESIDENT OF THE U.S.?
PLEASE EXPLAIN YOUR LOGIC TO ME.
I  DON'T WANT TO HEAR FEELINGS, FAITH, OR TRUST AS "REASONS,"
THOSE AREN'T REASONS, THEY'RE HOPES 
TELL ME WHAT WOULD CONVINCE A JURY THAT HE IS QUALIFIED.
 
I have a feeling that I'm going to win the lottery tomorrow. I have faith that the numbers found in my fortune cookie are the right ones and I trust that the corner convenience store will be happy as well. I'll let you know when I pick up my check.
 
 
  
 
 
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President Bush's War on Terriers

The ASPCA has been picketing the Bush white house for months, ever since they learned that he had been committed to a “war on terriers.”

Ms. Sue Phlay, spokesperson for the picketers, asked the tearful question “why did Bush start a war on terriers? What kind of man would declare war on those sweet little dogs”?
 
NOTE: This is an excerpt from a satirical blog: The Future-seeing Device:  http://future-seeing.blogtownhall.com/
 
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