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Obama wasn’t able to score the economic boon that would have been the Olympics in Chicago. I kinda assumed it was close to a done deal and he was going there to seal said deal. Turns out it was the opposite. Turns out that’s why he showed, to try and save it. This is our President and it’s why he’s our President. The shining American city of Chicago placed dead last. Sucks don’t it? Not just because of the potential jobs and renewed dignity on the world stage, but because of the mill grist his unsuccessful sprint to Copenhagen will avail itself of; we’re off to disingenuous right wing shovelry again.
They wasted not a second. I listened to Hannity and the Human Shitsmear yesterday morning and they were having a field day. Extended recess and shitty pizza for the retards. Toxic glee. They pretend not to be cognizant of the guaranteed monetary benefits to be reaped. They posture as though it were warrantless hubris. They carry on exploiting the stupid and making a killing on the backs of the ignorant. As shameless and vulgar a debacle as I ever have borne witness to.
That’s not entirely true, they’ve done so much worse.
Still, this sucks.
I’m not about to say he fucked up. He didn’t. He did the right thing. It was important. It would have been instant jobs. Enough to eclipse the current losses for months. It is why he was there. He understood it be an opportunity to salve his country’s considerable wounds. Deep lacerations courting infection that he discovered only after walking in.
The irony is that it has more to do with the leadership for the previous eight years than anything else. It was Dick-in-Bush that raped the pooch. Our system for awarding visas is archaic and that is the least of it. Whenever former leadership took a step, it was bad and stupid. Unilateral wars and severely mitigating civil rights and ignoring laws both domestic and international for reasons unsound and flat out made up. No wonder the world thinks we’re shit and I can’t blame them. It isn’t Obama’s fault that everyone now knows we’re dicks.
Yet, everybody knows.
Can you say conventional wisdom?
I could not and do not blame them. We’ve been the biggest assholes on the planet for almost a decade now. I’m sick of America and I live here.
I simply must be unpatriotic. Un-American. According to all the jingoistic rounheaded fucktards.
I pride myself on being well informed. I am well informed. I’m as certain of this as I am of adoring large breasts. Boobs. Knockers. Huge scoops of flesh and the sigh of brainrot.
Oh Lord, don’t strike me down.
Once again, our man’s biggest problem is the one who came before him. Handicapped by the mentally handicapped.
The mess he inherited is more copiously voluminous, egregious and self inflicted than any man before him in recorded history.
Obama walked willingly into a shitstorm.
Remind yourself of that. Often.
George W. Bush wasn’t evil, just breathtakingly stupid, though everyone around him manifested inky terrifying darkness of a magnitude beyond 8.9 on the Richter-O’-graph. This here is a mere symptom, a flesh wound requiring a band aid in the scheme of damage done and waste laid. Obama is no ordinary President but I’m hear to tell you, and I endeavor to make it clear, that his circumstances may just be as extraordinary as the birth of this nation and the attendant violence that ensued.
I fear the violence that has yet to come. I fear it because I know it’s coming. I fear it’s inevitability and the uncertainty of how it will most certainly emerge. The Rednecks Cometh.
They just can’t stand that a nigger and his wife sleep between the crisp white sheets in the White House. An affront to their sensibilities. So much so that they attack every common sense thing he does. Maneuvers and criticisms are ugly and transparent. Senseless and obvious. Plain, overt, and embarrassing for the rest of us.
Were he to walk on water they would whine about his inability to swim.
I stole that but it’s completely true.
I think we should suspend the sale of Happy Meals. Prizes in cereal boxes are shit these days so I’m not overly concerned there. While we’re at it, Crackerjack treasure is shite too, so you know, whatever. We have nothing to celebrate until Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas. Those holidays are stained with dubiousness too. We are so hopelessly flawed.
The most racist among us protest so vehemently that they are not, while they are nothing but.
We’ve got no reason to be happy about a goddamn thing. Our tits are in a ringer.
This shit is way fucked up.
Drinks for my friends.