They said the actress Brittany Murphy aged 32 died of heart failure today, and as much as I have searched my memory associates banks, I just can not recall this pretty woman. While I doubt I would attend the funeral, I sort of feel bad about her body of work and my not being able to place her.
She does though have a part in this blog in she released recently a song Faster, Pussycat, Kill Kill which was quite popular on the dance scene. For those who do not know that ultra cool name it is from Russ Meyer's film by the same name.
Russ was a most interesting man in looking like a NASA lunar engineer, but instead spent his life making B grade movies whose main features were women who had breasts no smaller than a dairy cow.
Faster Pussycat, Kill, Kill was his best known classic, and, one of his best known stars who holds a most dear place in my heart is Cynthia Myers.She was from that 1960's era when Hollywood and Hugh Hefner still produced actresses and centerfolds who were truly beautiful.
Ms. Myers in the most special of ways is known by numbers of Vietnam Veterans whose time in Nam was made just a little bit better by her beauty adorning a refrigeration unit as the beer sweated the dreams she was made of.
What is such a tribute to this woman is she still looks beautiful today and that is still a nice gift to the Air Cav and grunts who with gray hair still have in her a part of their youth untouched which never knew Vietnam.
How this all rolls into as usual in Bearick Huxxxein Obama is the conclusion that Beebs is about to kill off 80 million Americans in the next few years from his death panels and terrorist attacks (a greater number than Joe Stalin did in Ukraine), that this blog feels compelled to assist Barack Hussein Obama again as his poll numbers are tanking and honestly Obama's pitchfork mob is going to be coming after him once they figure out he is the Vietconbama of the Afnamistan Cold Sore War.
It is troubling that Birdie Obama in his arrogance stopped listening this blog. I note again that Mr. Obama's poll numbers were high when he was wearing his beard and doing other things this blog helped him with. Soon as Val-erie Jarrett started cleaning David Axelrod's house that his Zero numbers are going to zero.
I told Barack Obama that he needed as Commander in Chief to put on some gold stars in his lapels like a Soldier, but no Obama instead wears a printed gold star on a dirty white hat while Teddy Kennedy goes tits up.
That was the start of Obama's problems.
Barry dude, the skirt Valdasherie don't know squat as she thinks with her Van Jones panties. Axelrod had that Hitler leather jacket mystique. You got to go with leather and Hitler as it always trumps woolen old Stalin and wet undies on Valdasherie.
So as Obama kills off all his voters, and I honestly think Mexicans when they find out Obama is going to enslave them by giving them American Citizenship (exclusive only found here) and stick them with the 100 trillion dollar bill for his spending, and ration them death and draft them into wars, that Mexicans are going to form a brown streak running out of Obamerica like grass out of a goose, Obama needs some good press to divert attention to his faster Obamacat kill kill.
Look the manboobs thing and Obama having an erection bulging like he stuffed a toilet paper roll in his trousers just did not cut it. Gays and Peggy Noonan just were all orgasmed out and not that many people are attracted to mansexuals.
Obama is no Vladamir Putin.
What Obama needs is to break out of the mould he is caste into. He needs to visit the Cleveland Zoo, rip off his clothes in the above photo representation and go swimming with a baby tiger.
Obama needs to unleash is Obamacat, Kill, Kill.
A semi naked Obama with manboobs looks like he just gave birth, but put the cool cat Obama in some splashy water with a wild beasty tiger from India, and you got the brother, the Sheik, the jet setter who really looks like Lord of the Jungle.
As a warning, no monkey swinging from trees, no beating the chest with great apes and no hanging around with dolphins as it all looks gay. It has to be Obamacat and the jungle cat, mano en cato, to produce that mystique the Obama on the prowl needs to show people he has emotion and is not a so cool he is android.
Here is how it goes. Jack Hannah is giving the tour when not on Letterman. Obama is riding around in a black sexy electric golf cart. The pool press is tagging along with cameras rolling as Hannah talks about COCKATEELS to set the stage for the manly Obama.
All of a sudden Obama points out and says, "Oh look, there is a ferocious tiger which has escaped it's cage!"
Hannah says, "Oh no that tiger is in danger of drowning".
Obama leaps up, tears his shirt off and his break away pants and runs over, dives into the "crocodile pond" which by miracle was just cleaned of all crocodiles moments before, unknown to Jack Hannah, to which Hannah says for dramatic effect, "Oh look out you fool there are crocodiles in that pool!"
Obama looks over his shoulder as he does his breast stroke, "Damn the crocodiles, it's full Obama ahead for that pussy in danger of them skin pool snakes".
Obama splashes over, and gets the cat to scratch his chest (note if the cub will not claw Obama will need some kitty claws stuck in his speedo (tiger print for the occasion) to claw on his chest as he pants by the pool with the rescued kitty.
At this point Jake Tapper can approach and ask if he can towel Mr. Obama off or any other service he can offer, to which Obama can chuckle, "No Jake, I think me and the jungle cat like being on the EDGE of the pool together!"
Everyone can then laugh, some blonde in a short skirty can somehow get positioned so her spread legs can be photographed in a perfect V with Obama and the tiger between them, as she sighs, "Oh Mr. Obama, your manly chest is bleeding! I think I am going to faint!"
........and she faints into the pool, where Obama catches her, manly carries her out of the pool with his speedo on, lays her in a lounge chair, where here sheer blouse, heaving with kitty desire, pants out, "On my hero!"
There can then be applause, and Mr. Obama will be on YouTube, every television channel, every magazine cover for the next year.
I would think the Nobel Prize Committee could award him another peace prize for this on the grounds of saving pussy is better than making peace.
See this all Bearick Obama needs, just me and Adolf Axelrod. We had a good thing going until Valdasherie Jarrett horned in and took all the theater out of Obama.
One just can't keep the robotic walking going on, before the effects wear off.
Look Muchelle is a drag in this. If this was a movie, she would have been fed to the volcano long ago for some Mary Ann in daisy dukes to tag along with Obama. (Note to Adolf Axelrod, no one likes Ginger as she is too booby. People like Cynthia Myers boobs, because she has the bedroom eyes. I saw a really Mary Ann actress on The Mentalist who was very pretty and had that faster pussycat look in her eyes.........that is what Obama needs, someone like that leggy Arab chic Hillary Clinton was kitty purring with. Obama needs a His Girl Friday following him around, with soft canvas slit skirts, a laptop she is doing whatever on, and perhaps after Obama rescues the tiger, I will come up with another scene stealer for Obama.)
This though is what Barack Hussein Obama must do to save hisself in the final years of the White House. He doesn't need to go Britney or Lindsey crotch shots out of the limo, nor father a child like John Edwards with some ugly white woman, but he does need to unleash the tiger in him to be Obamazan Lord of the Jungle.
He needs to get that fever back as all those crusty undies are cutting the genitals of the Obamalings. He needs to be the "Bring em back Alive" serial hero while he murders off Soldiers in Afnamistan.
Everyone reading this knows I am right and David Axelrod knows I am right. So get some big gold stars on Obama's suits. Throw that US flag away as he has now so degraded America it is nothing to be intimidated by and Americans are turned off by the flag on Bowbama.
Obama needs them gold stars, and then to take a ride to Cleveland.
I will let slip for amnesty for border busters that Obama's next theater act would involve a rather large breasted Mexican senora with two children, crossing the Oklahoma border by some creek, where Obama happening to be driving along, sees the large breasted woman in trouble as she carries her last tortilla on her head to safety.
This time Obama takes off his jacket, shirt and shoes, and runs in like Stan from Wild Kingdom, and yells, "Look out for those deadly snapping turtles" and carries the large breasted senora to safety, whereby the children munch on the tortilla, share it with Obama, as the grateful large breasted woman looks happy to see Bearick.
Obama is nothing but a B grade movie and it is time he starts starring in his own B grade productions as his Hollywood and Broadway theater is not appealing to the Doritos crowd. Americans like covert sex and not overt manboob sex. Obama can not pull off a Putin, but with props of tigers and dangerous Mexican women he is rescuing he can indeed look Nobel Prize worthy.
I will admit that this working for free in serving Barack Hussein Obama is taxing and I do believe my ruling of New Mexico must be considered or something else which can be worked out as I truly was running this country just fine until Jarrett Inc. threw a wrench in the works.
I know what works and we need lights, camera, Obama!
The production of Faster Obamacat, Kill, Kill..............rolle em!
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