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September 4, 2011

Messiah of Hate

Glamor is all that Obama ever had. With the greasepaint off, there's nothing there but a surly kid with greying hair. An obnoxious posturing preening brat parading down the runways of the world with his media entourage in tow.
Some actors can change from one costume to another, but he is the costume. Worse yet, he isn't even the costume. He's the lights, the stirring music, the hours of anchor commentary, the deliberate pauses, the photographic halos, the teleprompter and the building expectation. Take those things away and there isn't even an empty suit. There's nothing at all. -- Daniel Greenfield

Posted by Vanderleun at September 4, 2011 8:50 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

Your Say

He's nothing more than the stale, empty air in an empty room.

Posted by: cchoate at September 5, 2011 7:57 AM

I still can't believe we elected a guy named Hussein less than 10 years after 9/11/01 attacks and while our men and women were engaged in not one but two Muslim countries and while UBL was still breathing. And even more pathetic, we did so with such creepy orgasmic cultish adoration. I swear, we were under a Stockholm Syndrome spell from being held hostage and abused for so long by the race card. His middle name was enough, singly, to vote for McCain. His lack of experience, shoddy creditials, questionable relations didn't even need to be considered. A kooky leftist mother and a Muslim father? We really wanted to get screwed..hard. We really thought we deserved it. But the Tea Party saved us in 2010, just about the time we discovered his... "shortcomings."

Posted by: RedCarolina at September 5, 2011 10:03 PM

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