Barack Obama Finds His White House Niche

I found it interesting today that Barack Obama has hired a whistle blower to keep track of the hog funds he has tossed the porker governors now rooting for bucks.
Interesting, in Obama has a history of crooked money from overseas to ACORN, so this should be very interesting in how B. H. Obama learns to drive at the White House with all his criminal payoffs to cronies in this stimulus package.
Hardly wait for the Obama cop to find stimulus money stuffed into the G string of New Orleans hookers.

On the lighter side, for something to do I created Obama Baby Driver, from the Simon and Garfunkel song of so long ago. Was their best work in Bridge Over Troubled Water, The Boxer, Baby Driver and Bad News Bad News.

I thought though I would show the world of photoshop of how the above photo comes into being as there are so many opportunities for Birdie Obama.


First we find Barack Obama in one of his non primate stock photos looking like a world leader should never look in a Michael Dukakis and John Kerry situation.


Then we think, hmmm, that looks interesting and search for driver photos, limo photos and finally are inspired to golf cart photos.


The beginning of the process in melding Obama to the golf cart.


Then comes the perfect setting of the White House green lawn with Baby Driver Obama on board.

The rest they say is history with the final blend.

Baby Driver Obama

My daddy was a family breeder
My mamma had jungle fever
And I was born one dark grey morn
With Kenya coming in my ears
in my ears

The call me baby Obama
And once upon a pair of wheels
Hit the road and I'm gone ah
What's my number
I wonder how your engines feel
Obamamama
Scoot down the road
What' my number
I wonder how your economic engine feels

My step daddy was an Indonesian
My mamma's in the banking reserve
When I was young I had criminal fun
But I never got into prison to serve
I did not serve

They call me baby driver
An Obama with a set of wheels
Hit that joint and I'm gone ah
What are those bad drugs
I wonder how those good drugs feel
Obamamama
Scoot down the dorm
What's my number
I wonder how you're gay man feels

My daddy was a big old Marxist
My mamma took Ford money in pay
But there's no one home, I'm all alone
Oh Uncle Frank come to my room and play
Yes we can play

I'm not talkin' bout your afro
I'm talkin' bout your sex appeal
Hit that coke hard and I'm gone ah
Yeah what's my number
I wonder how your engine feels
Obamamama
Scoot down the road
What's my number
I wonder how brainwashin' feels

agtG

PS: Birdie Obama is as anal as Jimmy Carter in having his fingers in the details with too much on the plate. While Carter was over zealous in too much involvement on everything, Obama is in the details of what interests him and delegating really important matters to others.

His fixaction on open, honest and transparent, is of obsessive proportions, as the guy who gets the girl drunk and date rapes her, and then tells the cops to go search his car for beer.
Obama has something deep gnawing on him that he is hiding to fixate on these terms in compensating in other areas of government.

Might be like Sen. Shelby said today, "Birth certificate, I haven't seen any birth certificate."