All The Obama-Wright That Can Be Fit Into Print (Or Digital, And Now, Broadcast)

ODE TO OBAMA
by Publius II
There once was a man named Obama
His life began with drama
An African Muslim father
An eccentric white mama
Obama’s white grandparents
They gave him a charmed life
Raised on the beaches of Hawaii
Far from ghetto strife
He went to private schools
Fourteen thousand dollars a year
Working-class white folks
They were nowhere near
He attended Columbia
Then Harvard Law
A very soft and liberal upbringing
Something Americans eventually saw
He then went to Chicago
Nation of Islam, Farrakhan, Black Panthers and Jackson
The only friends he made
All from the extreme left-wing faction
He joined a radical church
His Pastor downright insane
Blacks and whites, he said
Think with different parts of their brain
His church praised a man named Cone
With hateful opinions he was filled
He said white people were “the devil”
And Gods who love whites must be killed
Obama first ran for State Senate
With permission from Chicago’s Marxist King
A domestic terrorist named Ayers
Obama kissed his ring
He wrote a book called “Dreams From My Father”
From start to finish a racist rant
After people finally read it
They said: “Obama, no we can’t”
He wrote how he rejected his mother’s race
And that Malcolm X was a hero
People had a clear warning
Obama was a dangerous zero
He was then elected to the U.S. Senate
Obama’s ego grew very bold
He barely served a year
I will run for President was the story he told
He spent millions to stage rallies
The crowds would yell and cheer
But then it all fizzled out
Typical white folks, he said, cling to religion, guns and beer
His wife said America was mean
She was never really proud
Her Black Separatist thesis at Princeton
Became a campaign cloud
People said he was a Muslim
His supporters scoffed and jeered
Then his Black Liberation Church was exposed
And Obama’s ugly head was reared
He tried to recover in a speech on race
The left-wing media offered raves
But he said white folks had an “untrained ear”
And abolitionists in Pennsylvania rolled over in their graves
He claimed to be a uniter
He would bring people together all at once
But after his speech in Philadelphia
He proved to be a demographic dunce
He tried once more to persuade whites
But his bowling was a mess
He rolled a 37
Like a 5-year-old girl in a dress
He then played basketball
He drove the ball to the rack
But when all was said and done
He nearly had a heart attack
He said damn those white voters
Their Mutual Funds I will tax
I’ll double the capital gains rate
Like an old-school Liberal hack
He opposed a gas tax holiday
He said it wasn’t a winner
$40 wasn’t much he said
Just the weekly budget for the average family’s dinner
He wouldn’t cover his heart
As the National Anthem played
It’s a meaningless gesture he said
But Americans felt betrayed
He wouldn’t wear a flag pin
It was against his One World view
It doesn’t matter he said
And the American people stewed
He first called terrorist Ayers his friend
Then said this man he didn’t really know
More deceit and cover-ups
Obama’s lies began to grow
Farrakhan, Jackson and Sharpton
Three of Obama’s greatest fans
He tried hiding them in the closet
So not to further offend the white man
Then came his anti-American Pastor
Obama’s mentor for 20 years
He preened, shucked and jived
White people rose up and sneered
NBC and the New York Times
They tried each day to save Obama’s campaign
But real Americans said “FU”
And Obama spiraled down the drain
His name was Barrack Hussein Obama
Running for a second Jimmy Carter term
Weak on National Security
A little, pacifist worm
The radical left-wing Democrats
A Presidential race lost once again
Is it really a surprise
They’ve lost 7 of the last 10?

George W Bush
Andover,Yale
Harvard..
Never learned a thing..wasted slots
Ducked Nam in TANG
Ducked TANG in ‘bama
Never worked a day..
Took the money…
Real question never asked:
Would George really want to have a beer with
the fools who thought they’d like to have a beer with him?
Who is the elitist?

Queen Hill thought that she was a shoe-in/ And tonight she’s fumin’ and stewin’/ But not as much as Trie, Chung and Riady/ who paid millions and now nothin’s doin.’

Publius II = Megalomania?
Megalomania = Phony typepad page?
Another freeper troll???