Posted on 02/13/2016 5:08:57 AM PST by Daffynition
President Obama has Valentine's Day figured out: Declare your love for your wife on national TV a couple of days early, then go play golf.
"I love you so much," the president said to Michelle Obama via "The Ellen DeGeneres Show" on Friday. "I Obamacare about you more than you even know."
He'd taped the appearance on Thursday, when he was in L.A. after attending fundraisers in the Bay Area.
(Excerpt) Read more at latimes.com ...
That probably was her express wish for a Valentine’s Day present. If he were a really great guy, he’d be out of her hair, playing golf all weekend long!
Whut?!
The intellectual capacity for that video was breached.
**Roses are red, violets are blue, you are the president and I am your boo.**
Misfits unite
The maroon couldn’t even read it right from his teleprompter.
Didn’t the stage setting look as if there should be a coffin centered between the flowers where Hussein stood?
It’s beyond bizarre.
What a loving husband.
divorce court coming
At least it ain’t Bill & Hillary.
“Pop†by Barack Obama about Frank Marshall Davis.
Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken
In, sprinkled with ashes,
Pop switches channels, takes another
Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks
What to do with me, a green young man
Who fails to consider the
Flim and flam of the world, since
Things have been easy for me;
I stare hard at his face, a stare
That deflects off his brow;
I’m sure he’s unaware of his
Dark, watery eyes, that
Glance in different directions,
And his slow, unwelcome twitches,
Fail to pass.
I listen, nod,
Listen, open, till I cling to his pale,
Beige T-shirt, yelling,
Yelling in his ears, that hang
With heavy lobes, but he’s still telling
His joke, so I ask why
He’s so unhappy, to which he replies…
But I don’t care anymore, cause
He took too damn long, and from
Under my seat, I pull out the
Mirror I’ve been saving; I’m laughing,
Laughing loud, the blood rushing from his face
To mine, as he grows small,
A spot in my brain, something
That may be squeezed out, like a
Watermelon seed between
Two fingers.
Pop takes another shot, neat,
Points out the same amber
Stain on his shorts that I’ve got on mine, and
Makes me smell his smell, coming
From me; he switches channels, recites an old poem
He wrote before his mother died,
Stands, shouts, and asks
For a hug, as I shrink, my
Arms barely reaching around
His thick, oily neck, and his broad back; ‘cause
I see my face, framed within
Pop’s black-framed glasses
And know he’s laughing too.
Ellen is paid for being funny. [supposedly]
They’ll demand equal time.
The Kennedys...they’re not.
“Pop takes another shot, neat/ Points out the same amber/ Stain on his shorts that I’ve got on mine, and/ Makes me smell his smell, coming/ From me;â€
I can see why Barack chose Michelle - she’s closer to the kind of man he’d prefer than any other woman.
Michelle is Obama beard, so this is not a big deal....
I wonder what he got for Reggie?
Wow. You are so right. That set was creepy. White lilies are often used in funeral arrangements. I don't know squat about set design, but that was a awful looking set.
Mooshelle promised to polish his balls before he leaves for his golf outing.
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