Barackin' me Obama, The Movie

There appears to be a golden opportunity in the marketing of the Lawrence Sinclair book concerning Barack Obama, if someone would, for example post a script outline, with parody songs which Mr. Sinclair could sing in karaoke as Rush Limbaugh has on his program.
Having heard Mr. Sinclair's speaking voice, it is a certain he has the range for songs from Steve Miller Band and John Fogerty, both quite liberal and probably in bed with Obama.

There are certain techniques which could be employed on a no budget documentary type drama. The opening sequence would be a fade in like the Rockford Files in the phone ringing, the camera walking in and perhaps Mr. Sinclair picking up the cell phone for the first conversation he had with Donald Young.
Donald Young would be the focus of this film as it is his story which highlights the black experience of he, a gay American black male was murdered, but no one in America cared. On the alternative the white black man Obama rises to power and an entire nation adores him while stepping on Martin Luther King to get to Barack Obama

The Donald Young conversations would be the segues into each of the 4 scenes, highlighted by the Sinclair parody songs.

The scenes are the opening Donald Young call. The limo acquisition and meeting of Barack Obama with bar pick up. The limo and motel scene. The closing scene of the camera tracking through Donald Young's home and finding him dead of multiple gunshot wounds.

The closing being the simple statement of why did the FBI not take over a case in which the intimate friend of Barack Obama was murdered, whereby with the murderer at large Mr. Obama might still be in danger.

There are artistic techniques to keep the voyeur viewers attention as that is exactly what this film is about. In the limo, the rear view mirror would be what the camera focuses on picking up whatever action came into view.
Reflections in a glass in the bar tell the story as the dialogue takes place there.
In the motel room, it is the keyhole revealing bits of the story which the audience would listen to.

This is how a few people could make a non budget dramamentuary which would be effective in holding the audiences attention as much as Rush Limbaugh's talking to Beau Snerdly in which the audience sees nothing, but is held riveted by the one side of the conversation.

In promos on YouTube to actual posting of the entire film online, it would be most interesting to see this little film show up at liberal Robert Redford's Sundance Film Festival and watch how they deal with it.
I would assume by this time next year, the Europeans in having had the shine humiliated off of their Obama apple might be looking for a way to Jimmy Carter Award some American who was on film mission exposing an Obama who has let the world down with a boot to the butt.

I suppose if someone like Lawrence Sinclair was inspired in reading these thoughts it would be just something I missed in him doing in creating this that I wouldn't know a thing about, but if Hollywood would steal the idea to profit their Obama coffers, then my platoon of legal eagles would so enjoy having me own a Hollywood studio.

Fade to the tunes.



Keep on Barackin' me Obama


Well I've been workin' real hard
And I'm tryin' to do my job
But it just keeps gettin' tougher every day
But I've got to do my part
Cause I know in my heart
I've got to do it the Larry Sinclair way

Well I ain't superstitious and don't get suspicious
But Obama was a man of mine
I did him twice showed him real nice
I gave him a really good time

Keep on Barackin' me baby
Keep on Barackin' me baby
Keep on Barackin' me baby

I went from Duluth Minnesota,
To Obama's own home ah
Delaware, Chicago, D.C

Southern Florida, where the beaches are warm
While doin' my blog for the world to see

Keep on Barackin' me baby
Keep on Barackin' me baby
Keep on Barackin' me baby

People be real suspicious
Yeah get real suspicious
Because Obama was a man of mine
Cause you know that it's true
All the things Obama did do
Will come out in it's own sweet time

Keep on Barackin' me Obama
Keep on Barackin' me Obama
bama bama bama

Obama Love

I met you on a Hawaiian island
You thought you had seen me before
In reflections of me in the mirror
As we wrestled together on the floor
You probably don't want to remember
I probably will never forget
Obama love in the political surf
Obama's are better when wet

Obama love it's drivin' me bad
It's makin' me hazy
Obama love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy

But lately you live in the jungle
In DC you swing from your vine all alone
Michelle takes up all of your time
So I thought I would write you a poem
The question to every one's answer
Is usually asked with a helping hand
But the patterns in the Oval Office
Look allot like a Monica kiss
Are written in pleasures I understand

Obama love it's drivin' me bad
It's makin' me hazy
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy

You treat me like I am your tax pool
You take all of my love and money
My currency is in need of deposit
Protect us from a withdrawal from me
You live in a world of confusion
Where lovin' you leads to peaches and cream
We all face a scarlet letter conclusion
Self Obama lovin' is our wet dream

Obama love it's drivin' me bad
It's makin' me hazy
Obama love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy

Obama Q


Oh Obama Q
Oh Obama Q
Oh Obama Q Baby I love you
Obama Q

I like your bi sexual walk
I like your mansexual talk
I like your gay butt walk I like your stutterin' talk
Obama Q


Oh say that you'll lie
Oh say that you'll lie
Oh say that you'll lie and never leave me ask why
Obama Q

Oh Obama mine
Oh Obama mine
Mirror me as mine baby all the time
Obama Q

Suspicion

There is suspicion, black cat in the White House hall,
There is suspicion, black cat is walkin' tall,
Kenyan born baby, broke America's lookin glass
Obama years of bad luck, from the monkey in his pants.

When you believe in men that you don't understand,
Then you suffer,
Suspicion ain't the way

There is suspicion, bad moon on the land,
Master baiting spell, wavin' the wand in his hand,
Steppin' into a nightmare, steppin' on a crack
Motherin' Obama sodom, broke America's back

When you believe in men that you don't understand,
Then you suffer,
Suspicion ain't the way, yeah, yeah.

There is suspicion, nothin more to say,
There is suspicion, the devils on his way,
Kenyan born baby, broke America's lookin' glass,
Obama years of bad luck, from the monkey in his pants

When you believe in an Obama you don't understand,
Then you suffer,
Suspicion ain't the way, no, no, no

Fade to black...........



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