It would seem that B. Hussein Obama adheres to the phrase, That the only good Indian is a dead Indian, by the fact that his regime daudled about in not providing psychiatrists to the Sioux who were committing suicide, to the extent that liberal Senator Byron Dorgan excoriated the BIA over this lack of care in Aberdeen, South Dakota, home turf of Tom Daschle, Tim Johnson and Stephanie Sandlin of the Obamite tribe.In researching real history, I actually found that B. Hussein Obama's Obamacare rationed death actually was inspired by Native Americans. This is quite exclusive as I found it in the works of liberal artist George Catlin. You know Catlin in being the guy who went to the Indians, told the world how precious they were, and then traded away their most precious artifacts as he painted away their fame.
It seems fitting that Bearick Black Buzzard, which is Obama's Crow Indian name actually as there is no such thing as a black eagle, and only buzzards are black, so Obama is Black Buzzard though some would call him a vulture picking at the corpse of America, actually got his Obamacare from the Indians.
Why this matters is, I love exposing hypocrisy for what it is, and there are no bigger hypocrites than Indians and Obamites, who just happen to be joined at the illegal voting ballot box stealin from America and gaining power.
Catlin records the following scene which I will post below in an old Sioux Chief of Sitting Bull's tribe who was just left to die on the prairie as the tribe made no effort to save the old boy.
They gave him a hide to hide under, a few bones and a dish of water. The old duffer was all in agreement with it, as he had done the same thing to his parents and every other geezer in the village.
Worst of this is Catlin crying with this old buck, but the ass didn't even knock the codger in the head to end his misery or even shell out a few paintings in trade to the outpost so he old guy could at least die in peace.
Instead Indian lover Catlin and the Sioux just left this emaciated human there to die of exposure, meaning roasting by day, freezing by night, and to be eaten by wolves.
Now I always heard how the Indians cared so much for their dead, in rescusing them from scalping and putting them up on scaffolds in respect, but here was an old man dumped on the prairie to be tortured by nature and most likely have his liver eaten out by wolves as he was still feeling the pain.
This sort of explains how Obama abandoned his cancer stricken mum and how torturing Elizabeth Edwards was right up Black Buzzard's alley or pineapple patch, as I can just see Obama putting one of his Hawiian shirts on a cane pole, shoving Mama Stan under it on a rug he stole from the neighbors which said WELCOME on it, got her some pork chop bones out of the trash can, and filled her up a 303 can of water and told her to go have a good death as he was going to gay Pakistan.
The next time you see some superior Indian sneering about "white men", just remember that Indians left their old people to die of exposure and eaten by wolves for the burial.
That sounds a great deal like Obama and Gramma Madelyn in he went out there to turn up the drip and then kept her on ice for a month until he was going on Hawiian vacation. It all is so morbid and disrespectful of the living and dead, and yet Black Buzzard is emulating the American Indian in dealing with health care.
It makes one wonder why Byron Dorgan was so upset, as Stephanie Sandlin and Al Franken were all Obama happy in Indians being good and dead.
Odd isn't it that Tim Johnson in his brain explosion that his son, US Attorney, Sippy Cup Brendan, didn't put up a piece of silage tarp over Tim, give him some carp bones to suck on and fill up a Coors can with water to send the old man to the happy hunting ground.
So Eskimos put out onto an iceberg, Sioux eaten by wolves and I suppose the gaters feasted on the Seminole are the basis of Barack Obama's health care system as he carried it out with Mama Stan, Gramma Madelyn...........and then there was Uncle Ted who appears to have not waited around for the blow flies but took a magic potion when he no longer was able to ride the wives..........I meant to say waves, but God has a sense of humor.
I guess for common folk Obama will just stake you out in the yard, and your dog or cat will bust a jugular vein on you for this new civilized health care.
You may have a can of water, probably still get some kobe beef bones from Muchelle's trash to gnaw on, but I suppose with Obama green gases you will be fined if you decompose too much.
Look at the bright spot though Obama folks, if enough of you bite the dust, ole Black Buzzard Obama will probably burn you in his Air Force One fuel tanks to recycle you.
Let's allow George Catlin to finish this out in the original Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid healthcare bill..........
The tribe were going where hunger and dire necessity compelled them to go, and this pitiable object, who had once been a chief, and a man of distinction in his tribe, who was now too old to travel, being reduced to mere skin and bones, was to be left to starve, or meet with such death as might fall to his lot, and his bones to be picked by the wolves !
I lingered around this Poor old forsaken patriarch for hours before we started, to indulge the tears of sympathy which were flowing for the sake of this goer benighted and decrepit old man, whose worn-out limbs were no longer able to support him; their kind and faithful offices having long since been performed, and his body and his mind doomed to linger into the withering agony of decay, and gradual solitary death.
I wept, and it was a pleasure to weep, for the painful looks, and the dreary prospects of this old veteran, whose eyes were dimmed, whose venerable locks were whitened by an hundred years, whose limbs were almost naked, and trembling as he sat by a small fire which his Friends had left him, with a few sticks of wood within his reach and a buffalo's skin stretched upon some crotches over his head.
Such was to be his only dwelling, and such the chances for his life, with only a few half-picked bones that were laid within his reach, and a dish of water, without weapons or means of any kind to replenish them, or strength to move his body from its fatal locality. In this sad plight I mournfully contemplated this miserable remnant of existence, who had unluckily outlived the fates and accidents of wars to die alone, at death's leisure. His friends and his children had all left him, and were preparing in a little time to be on the march.
He had told them to leave him, "he was old", he said, "and too feeble to march." "My children", said he. "our nation is poor, and it ·is necessary that you should all go to the country where you can get meat, -- my eyes are dimmed and my strength is no more; my days are nearly all numbered, and I am a burden to my children -- I cannot go, and I wish to die.
Keep your hearts stout, and think not of me; I am no longer good for anything." In this way they had finished the ceremony of exposing him, and taken their final leave of him.
I advanced to the old man, and was undoubtedly the last human being who held converse with him. I sat by the side of him, and though he could not distinctly see me, he shook me heartily by the hand and smiled, evidently aware that I was a white man, and that I sympathized with his inevitable misfortune.
I shook hands again with him, and left him, steering my course towards the steamer which was a mile or more from me, and ready to resume her voyage up the Missouri.
I would wager that liberals would say the old guy looked Terri Schiavo beautiful in dying like this.
So nice that the Sioux didn't miss their next camp site time and Catlin didn't delay one moment his adventure.
Amazing how Indians murdering their own invalids is beautiful and George Custer is still blamed for doing nothing of the sort. His was combat. The Indian's was just a poor excuse for an easy solution............just like Obama in his trail of tears wrung out of women in his final solutions.
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