I attracted a great deal of interest in exposing the prose of B. Hussein Obama in Pop, which was a rather repulsive recitation of urine or sperm stained underwear, drunken perverts and the mirror image of Obama in that perversion, which had the literal smell of a man on him with that perversion.Examining all things Obama to comprehend the dichotomy of what this creature is, there is another poem supposedly from the same period called Underground, which is a mimic of style something Obama patterned hisself after. I post it for evidence in dissecting the strange teleprompter mind of Obama, as it is prose about apes underground in water eating figs.
UNDERGROUND
Under water grottos, caverns
Filled with apes
That eat figs.
Stepping on the figs
That the apes
Eat, they crunch.
The apes howl, bare
Their fangs, dance,
Tumble in the
Rushing water,
Musty, wet pelts
Glistening in the blue.
I really do not care about the content, because that is open to interpretation if Obama was on a Maui Waui trip or is just this terrible of poet.
What is not open to interpretation is while the style matches Pop, Underground does not match in verbiage, or as I state often, Obama speaks in Anglo Kansan with Indonesian 3rd world patterns as revealed here.
Obama hides hisself in current form in mimicking black pulpit preachers, and has become so monotone in that he is driving people tone deaf in no one listens nor hears his pounding nasal twanging lectures any longer.
What Underground is curious about is Obama is using Norman French, which he does not speak, but Bill Ayers does. Words as GLISTENING, RUSHING, are French and in Anglo English are shining, fast, which is what Obama always speaks in.
"What da ya think Dave, we don't have parks in Hawaii?" Barack Obama on the Letterman Show.
That is curious in Obama as curious as something which has been missed and will be added to this menagerie of facts in Obama is quoted in Dawn which is a Pakistani publication. The information deals with Obama's missing Columbian years.
Quote:
“‘I would love to visit. As you know, I had Pakistani roommates in college who were very close friends of mine. I went to visit them when I was still in college; was in Karachi and went to Hyderabad. Their mothers taught me to cook,’ said Mr Obama.
‘What can you cook?’
‘Oh, keema ... daal ... You name it, I can cook it. And so I have a great affinity for Pakistani culture and the great Urdu poets.’
‘You read Urdu poetry?’
‘Absolutely. So my hope is that I’m going to have an opportunity at some point to visit Pakistan,’ said Mr Obama.”
One has to ask, just how in Pakistan long was Obama in that Muslim enclave, because he not only showed up with this gay sitting couch very close friends, but thirty years later what was a supposed side trip in college, Obama is still quoting exact Pakistani dialect for food there.
Obama pinpoints exact locations and apparently he was not associating with the men on his partridge hunt thrown in his honor, but Obama is off cooking with the women folk.
This is where the oddity appears in Obama drops the bizarrest of chameleon manifestations in Barry Soetoro just loves Urdu poetry, which are basically Muslim 3rd world female tease poetry marked in Greek tragedy.
Does Obama speak Urdu or did his very close friends read him love poems in broken English?
When Obama opens his mouth, all sorts of odd questions start coming up which make absolutely no sense as nothing in Obama sense does.
Obama standing holding books like a girl at Occidental College in his gay period writes two prose. One deals with perverted subjects and is harsh in Anglo dialect. The other about apes in caves, once again smelling musty like the smell of another man on Obama, incorporates French in the lines.
Obama never has this quality appear in how he speaks, but Obama apparently was quite the little house girl in Pakistan in learning to cook with the women folk, and diving into Urdu poetry.
This quote opens even more fascinating doors to Obama as an Oedipus Rex.
Quote on Urdu prose:
The still-popular art form usually features the story of a lover scorned by his beloved. And there is almost never a happy ending. “Often the beloved is often a total witch,” says Gwen Kirk, a University of Texas master’s candidate in the subject of Urdu poetry. “She breaks the lover’s heart all the time; she neglects him. It’s all about the process of trying to get closer to the beloved, and it’s got a lot of Sufi and mystical elements as well.”
Strange is the literal word, as this mirrors Obama's mommy issues, but he chose poetry of "lovers" in dealing with his own abandonment issues.
Once again, Obama's prose Pop deals with stinking stained underwear in intimate male bonding and Obama's Pakistan prose deals with a transference of his mommy issues to the Muslim lover.
Obama the wife beater savaging all women like Sarah Palin and Hillary Clinton, along with his followers who he abuses constantly, prefers the females close to him in Stanley Ann and Michelle to torture and hurt him, while he outwardly turns that venom on the public at large.
One notes though that Obama conveys upon the shrews the ultimate revenge at the end in Stanley Ann was left to rot alone dying of cancer and Michelle got a gay smoked Obama cigar shoved into herself exposing her to all the gay diseases that deathstyle carries.
Obama is one odd bright boy, as he sits on a couch in New York looking like the man of the Muslim boyfriend, but when he ends up in Pakistan they make him their bitch as he hangs out with the women folk.
So Obama says he knows how to cook deema which is curried lamb and dal which is boiled lentils.
Obama really is an amazing messiah in he just stated he can boil water and make toast. He must have gained numerous marriage proposals in Pakistan.......or India as dal is southern Indian in the land of the paddy, as the perfect wife.
Twice now Obama has confirmed he was in Pakistan with specific passport and visa locations which he is hiding from the public and courts.
Twice now the Obama love poems center on perverted micro relationships between close relatives, except when he is in French fondly recalling dancing apes.
It appears the hashish makes Obama a sad stoner.............
Oh let's do some Muslim Urdu poetry to honor the halo head, bright boy, whose personality just can't have him respond like Bill Clinton white guy.
Oh to be a tan Oedipus Rex
Abandoned to his johnson sex
But the ganja makes him a sad stoner
As he swings hanuman with his b*ner
How I love Pakistan being an Obama woman
Partridge hunts by day and by night it is all gay
Reciting it all in native Urdu.......
While smoking hashish
The little wife cooked a deema good dish
In a tastey served hot dal
To answer his native nature call
Oh for his prayer rug but were those love marks dug
As worry beads wondering why that it did not feel like cherry pie
Oh what is a Muslim wife to do.......
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Underground
That's prose? Sounded like apes chattering to the experts.
Urdu Obama
