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July 16, 2014

Obama is a half-white Harvard millionaire,


raised by his white mother and white grandparents.
But it’s his skin color that upsets us, he says. If everything was the same, and all events unfolded exactly as they have, we would surely all be in the midst of a 6-year-long fit of ecstasy if only the president’s complexion more closely resembled his maternal side. It’s the darker hue of his pigmentation that perturbs us, not that he used the IRS like a wing of his re-election campaign, or that he shows no regard for the law, or that he sends his DOJ after journalists, or that he lies like he breathes, or that he arms terrorists and drug dealers, or that he left our ambassador to die in Benghazi, or that he spends more tax money funding Planned Parenthood than any other president, or that he deliberately stoked race riots in Florida after the Trayvon Martin incident, or that he’s bungled every single foreign policy decision, or that he pushed a disastrous health care law through Congress, and did so under blatantly false pretenses, or that he pretended to be a civil liberties candidate and then went on to expand the surveillance state more than anyone before him ever did.
- - Matt Walsh

Posted by gerardvanderleun at July 16, 2014 11:27 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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As the black community rises up in revolt against this usurper, how long before someone slings the accusation that abandonment of that community is motivated by the fact that he's 'half white'?

And when that happens, how many years will pass until the first American "journalist" labels that statement "racist".

There should be plenty of entertainment value in the coming Cognitive Dissonance Wars... right up to the point where those wars spill over into the streets, revealing the method to the current wave of "progressive" madness.

Posted by: AGoyAndHisBlog [TypeKey Profile Page] at July 16, 2014 12:22 PM

And when the mob gets worked up over this interloper, a rock in a ballistic arc won't care who is underneath. The crunch of the bone sounds the same.

Mobs feed on frenzy, thwarting them of their goal only enrages. That blood fever has to burn out.

Posted by: Vermont Woodchuck [TypeKey Profile Page] at July 16, 2014 1:02 PM

I'm waiting for Jesse to call him a honkie, or Gutierrez to call him a gringo.

Posted by: BillH [TypeKey Profile Page] at July 17, 2014 7:14 AM

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