Here comes Barack. He looks majestic as he pilots his personal chariot, his robes flowing majestically from behind. The crowds are falling in his wake, much like those healed at a Benny Hinn concert. His gentle smile harkens to the Mona Lisa, his humility evident for all to see. It is a dark night, yet he exudes light that illuminates all that he sees and I personally am having tingly feelings I never thought possible. He waves his hand and all fall silent before him as will I. Listen to him.
Should have had a replica of the hut his brother George lives in!
LMAO...oh my...that’s the funniest thing I’ve read in a while.