But I want to believe.
UPDATED: Because I can’t even hit post without there being a new scandal. Obama was also tapping the phones in the House of Representatives. I guess they deserved it too. Like Mitch McConnell after the liberal advocacy group visited the White House before doing it to him. So many coincidences!
There is so much garbage piling up over the last week vis a vis our banana republic that I haven’t wanted to say anything lest I jinx it.
Having said that, I do not believe anything will come of anything until I start hearing the people I know who voted for this scumlapping piece of shit start to talk about what all has been going on.
Radio silence on that end. The average, ignorant Obama voter (I repeat myself) lives in a bubble that can only be pierced by Tom Joyner, Tyler Perry and The View. And they not only still support Obama but think he didn’t go far enough in doing all the things he claims he hasn’t done. Ask Julian Bond.
If there were only some way we could deliver the news with the urgency and timing of a skinny, black comedian dressed up as the fat grandmother who raised him….
Until that time, all of this is much ado about nothing.
The evidence will be overwhelming. There will be fingerprints that smell like Reggie Love’s ass all over the corrupt culture at the IRS, the DOJ, DHS and the various other alphabet soup agencies vomited upon the shoes of patriotic Americans who have been targeted for audits, blackmail and murder.
The press was fine with driving the getaway car until he put the gun to their head for fear one or two might make a run for it. This lover’s spat won’t last for long though. They won’t let themselves be included in the take down of America’s first black President even if he tapped their phones, monitored their e-mails, cussed them out for printing the truth or locked them in a closet for hours on end.
The next beltway stenographer to finally open up about the abuse they’ve been getting should be handed the number to a battered womens’ shelter and a DVD of Sleeping With The Enemy.
Regardless, the IRS scandal, Benghazi, the Sebelius HHS shakedown, Fast and Furious, you name it. It doesn’t mean anything until my little black ladies start talking about it. And I haven’t heard a word about Saint Barack in months. It doesn’t mean they support him but it does mean that they will not allow their skin color to abandon him for “what they all do” in Washington, DC.
No, he’d have to get caught with a blonde, white woman for that to happen.
If past behavior indicates future behavior, you’d better continue buying bullets and guns. Watching Barack Obama for six years, the one thing that you can always count on is that when he does the wrong thing (i.e., everything) and is called on it then he doubles down and dares you to call his bluff. Obviously, installing Susan Rice at the NSA fits my narrative.
The ball-less eunuchs of the Republican Party wouldn’t know what to do with Obama if he showed up to a Congress with a videotaped confession that he ordered the IRS information that his campaign used and his hands extended in anticipation of the cuffs. John McCain would tell him to put his hands down, slap him on the back and offer his wife and daughter to him to film Mandingo 2. Unfortunately for McCain, John Boehner’s daughter already beat them to the role.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – you can kick Obama out of office but you can’t kick out the dipshits who voted for him twice. A century of communist infestation of our schools and colleges would require transformational changes that Republicans do not have the sack to execute much less acknowledge. When was the last time you heard one say we should abolish the Department of Education? Generations of miseducated mushheads have rooted themselves into every corner of government steeped in a hatred of their own country and ever willing to burn the Bill of Rights for the promise that they can control other people’s lives through their representatives. The ends always justify the means and Humpty Dumpty rules apply to every statement:
“When I use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.”
“The question is,” said Alice, “whether you can make words mean so many different things.”
“The question is,” said Humpty Dumpty, “which is to be master—that’s all.”
And if you don’t believe that then I have a fresh, new DOJ speech code edict to implement on your campus.
Our experiment in representative government is near its end and the only question that remains is how much of the lab will be salvageable after the fire.