It is not that far from the point where I will recognize every demoncrat as an enemy of the nation. For every stance they took opposing every action that was good for the nation, so should they receive in exponential return. Despising the Left brings only the desire for obstruction. Hating the Left demands seeking their unconditional destruction.
We have a basketball playing knucklehead and his babymamma heading for the White House. The real President lives in George Soros' house.
WELL, the election has come and gone, and we have our first African-American president.
You have got to be kidding me, author? What in h e double q does africa have to do with the presidency of the United states of America?
We are talking about the same half white individual with perhaps suspect citizenship. who didn’t grow up in Africa are we not?
The one with the Mussolini pose?
That one! Promising the moon, and yet unable to deliver an economy by fully stating his intentions when he reaches the Presidency.
It looks a lot like deja vu with the only difference no Clinton in office, but plenty of them in positions of power, influence, stature, not to mention gravitas.
Should have had this comment two hours ago, but had to wait for my better half to wake up so she could remember gravitas for me. couldn’t come up with it to save me.
“When the fairies are displeased with anybody, they are said to send their elves to pinch them. The ecclesiastics, when they are displeased with any civil state, make also their elves, that is, superstitious, enchanted subjects, to pinch their princes, by preaching sedition; or one prince, enchanted with promises, to pinch another.”
(Thomas Hobbes, Leviathan 1651)
Bump a good Op-Ed letter.
Thanks for posting this. As I read the hateful comments in the Philly paper, attacking Wendy, I remembered the ‘Confessions of an Obama Blogger’.
There are hundreds of Bloggers out there whose sole job it is to find articles like Wendy’s and to discourage people like Wendy and to make her think she is the only one out there.
I almost left a comment, but decided that I didn’t want that paper to have my data.
bttt