He certainly needs a trainer.
Posted on 05/10/2015 2:54:05 PM PDT by Olog-hai
President Obama’s personal trainer says the commander in chief doesn’t mind breaking a sweat.
“He believes in raging against death at this point,” Cornell McClellan tells TMZ Sports of the 53-year-old Obama.
Calling him “an overachiever,” McClellan added of the executive mansion resident, “He likes to be pushed hard, and I push him hard.” …
(Excerpt) Read more at thehill.com ...
Cue his nancy-boy workout they intentionally leaked some time ago. Laughable!
Actually Obama loves DEATH. Not raging against it.
He needs to stop eating like a bird because he is death-camp skinny. How is that raging against death?
Don’t we all wish we had the massive amount of leisure time that this POtoS enjoys. A moderately successful small business owner is far busier than this prick.
for crying out loud, he’s 53, let’s hope he doesn’t have to “rage against death” just yet.
This trainer sounds like an hysteric. Obama should avoid him.
He certainly needs a trainer.
“C’mon, Mr. President. Gimme 1 more with the 2 pounders. PUSH IT PUSH IT!”
Maybe the Baraq AIDS rumors are true after all.
Macho, macho man
I gotta be a macho man
Macho macho man
I gotta be a macho
from The Village People
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AO43p2Wqc08
Or maybe he knows something.
So zero has the paranoids like all dictators get.
Old Adolph hit that stage, as did Stalin.
There it is! The old ‘Reggie 2 step’ exercise!! (Barry tryin’ to keep things tight for his rumpin’ buddy Reggie Love!)
OMG STOP IT!!! MY RIBS!!!! ROFL ROFL
I agree the last quote is pretty strong ROFL ROFL
Oh, and here I thought I would be reading about how he was standing outside an abortion clinic.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
/johnny
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