Posted on 12/05/2013 5:18:40 PM PST by i88schwartz
Edited on 12/05/2013 5:22:56 PM PST by Admin Moderator. [history]
DAVID CORN: I saw a president who remains frustrated with the political-media culture that he has to work within, and that he's looking to rally people, students here, and supporters, and people within the media.
CHRIS MATTHEWS: But David Corn, you skeptic. He came to us today. He came amongst us.
(Excerpt) Read more at realclearpolitics.com ...
Agreed, and soon.
CHRIS MATTHEWS: Verily, I say unto you: He came to us today. He came amongst us. He offered His life for our sins. Blessed be the Messiah! Selah.
***He came to us today. He came amongst us.***
So did the CREATURE FROM THE BLACK LAGOON! opps, was that reicis?
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0049103/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1
A CITY SCREAMS IN TERROR because...
THE CREATURE WALKS AMONG US!
“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;
I’m sure he’s 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 he’s still telling
His joke, so I ask why
He’s so unhappy, to which he replies…
But I don’t care anymore, cause
He took too damn long, and from
Under my seat, I pull out the
Mirror I’ve been saving; I’m 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 I’ve 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
Pop’s black-framed glasses
And know he’s laughing too.
Barack Obama was a 19-year-old student at Occidental College, he published two poems in the Spring 1982 issue of Occidental’s literary magazine, Feast.
He Came Amongst Us
Chris Matthews is incapable of being embarrassed for himself, but he should be. Perhaps the most shaming, is the fact he has no knowledge he should be shamed.
Was Tingles ever involved with a black transsexual?
These liberals are pathetic.
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