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32 posted on
06/10/2010 11:42:04 PM PDT by
Cindy
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Video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VNu9xjUwPEk
“60 Minutes Kroft To Joking Obama “Are You Punch Drunk?””
Video Description - quote:
Speakmymind02 March 22, 2009 http://hotairpundit.blogspot.com/
Rank Amateur, Immature, Rookie, Novice come to mind. An entry-level employee was made CEO. Mr. Obama, the world is watching, terrorist regimes are watching, America’s enemies plotting against this country are watching...
But it looks like it’s Sunday Night funnies at 60 Minutes
What would happen if Bush was caught laughing in an interview about money in banks and the auto industry?
They would have torn him to shreds.
I wonder if all those people who have lost their life savings in retirement connected to the Auto Industry stock were watching tonight?
Joking Obama forgetting he not on Leno tonight...
Category:
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60 Minutes Barack Obama Punch Drunk Cheney Gitmo Iraq AIG Bailout
49 posted on
06/11/2010 12:04:07 AM PDT by
Cindy
To: Cindy
I never even knew he wrote a poem but this is strangely disturbing.....
Pop takes another shot, neat, Points out the same amber Stain on his shorts that Ive got on mine, and Makes me smell his smell, coming From me;
To: Cindy
POP* 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;
Im sure hes 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 hes still telling His joke, so I ask why Hes so unhappy, to which he replies...
But I dont care anymore, cause
He took too damn long, and from
Under my seat, I pull out the
Mirror Ive been saving; Im 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 Ive 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 Pops black-framed glasses
And know hes laughing too. *A poem by Barack Obama published in the Spring 1981 issue of Feast, a 51-page student literary journal that described itself as "a semi-annual journal of short poetry and fiction collected from the Occidental College community. The journal is no longer published, according to a college spokesman.
203 posted on
06/11/2010 1:24:06 PM PDT by
mojitojoe
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