Sun rises, stars twinkle, Obama lies.
It’s another day on planet Earth.
As I’ve said before,
As the world turns and the stomach churns, the fraudulent creature that someone dubbed Obama, is unconcerned.
If he’s not golfing or gobbling up or drinking something expensive, he’s reclining on the couch in the oval orifice with his shirt off.
He’s engaged in his favorite pastime: gazing at and contemplating his navel.
He’s thinking, “Gee. I could fill this up with sour cream and chives and dip potato chips in there.”