I feel so utterly sorry for our beloved leader, Banana Republic Barack, as our bird in a cage, Birdy Obama has now gone on record that he is not a golf addict, but the only way he can get outside and away from security is to golf for 4 hours.I utterly pity our Barack in being so confined that once again this blog has invested precious resources to help our Obama out.
Bearick desires anonymity and walks in the park again..........so here is the solution in the undocumented Obama in a multi billion dollar spending spree from his countless working vacations where he never gets to go outside, and that is the above document naming him after his sex machine father, Frank Marshall Davis......but in order to save Barry in being known, we call him Barry Frank Davis Marshall.
As he was born in Kenya, we ship him back to Africa, where he can crap in an outhouse like his brother George does, sleep in an 8 by 10 room, and we know Barry and Muchelle will be wealthy as their two daughter can be auctioned off like his old man bought his step mother for 12 cows.
That is a herd of 24 cows for the burgeoning Brokeback Obama rancher on the wide veld of Kenyan pasturage. In no time at all, we will be calling him Barack Cartwright in his Bonanza of cattle fortunes in anonymity.
I do have some questions though as this statement baffles me:
He spends so much time unwinding on the links because security restrictions mean he can't go out for long walks or go to the car wash or the grocery store.
In reading Lawrence Sinclair's memoirs of his sexual dating with Obama, I can not find one time that Barry took Larry for a long walk...........instead Larry had to spring for a long limo ride where Obama's only action was pulling down his pants so Larry could snort coke off his thigh.
I have never in my life found anyone who lusts though to visit car washes. This must be some Obama thing in coming from the third world in being fascinated like Aborigines are in seeing matches struck.
In my entire life, I have never once desired to go to a car wash to be set free...............I know that Dr. Martin King's speeches never said, Free at last, Free at last, thank God, I'm at the car wash and free at last!
As for the grocery store, in Muchelle's memoirs, the main problem when Obama was out sexing up gay men, was Obama was never home as a husband nor doing the shopping.
In fact, Obama goes to burger joints, slushy makers and topless on poop covered beaches, but he has never regressed in all his public life to stopping in to the grocery to do some Dave Letterman brown bagging and sayin' with a smile, "See sistah I pass".
(Little tan lingo there for those not of the Jack n Jill crowd.)
So once again this blog has helped our beloved leader, B. Hussein Obama out. I have given him his papers he is hiding, I have given him a cattle ranch in Kenya, I have given him his fantasy of movin' on up to that deluxe car wash in the sky while baggin' groceries.
What more can a blog do for an Obama whose teleprompter was on a roll again talking gibberish or is that 'hooked on Obamics".
agtG
