Posted on 10/10/2009 5:35:57 PM PDT by Jet Jaguar
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Romney is a big government socialist egg-sucking dog.
The FACT is, that Larry Sinclair didn’t just wander onto the scene with a scenario straight out of left field. That would have made no sense at all.
He is JUST the type someone like Hussein would think would vanish into the night with no one the wiser. Other pols have done similar things.
The thing about Sinclair is that they beat his credibility up pretty badly and relegated him to nut status. I am not so sure.
HIS story holds up better in the light of day than Hussein’s own “life story” does. There is tons of probable cause proof of Sinclair’s story. There is almost NONE in Hussein’s OWN story.
Hey n00b, he used to b4e queer, now he’s bisexual. If you can’t see that, I don’t know how to help you. he’s far more feminine than his tranny beast of a wife. Until he met Michelle, have you ever seen ONE photo of him with a girl? Just ONE? Did any girl every say she dated him, went to a dance, prom, anything? NO! Only photos of him with queer looking boys.
Don’t forget Donald Young, the one he had “offed”.
Ok...I’m a caveman...pure alpha....gaydar is going off...big time....CHEEEEERIIIIST!
Any real man would have put the crap on the couch between them or thrown it on the floor when they went to sit down...at the other end of the couch....
I rarely sit that close to the wife!
I usually stay out of arms reach....
*grin*
Personal space is a cultural thing.
I’m pretty sure south asians are comfortable being physically closer than westerners are.
I always figured he married MO for political reasons, not for love. I also figured her “masculine” qualities made them compatable.
The point we seem to have gotten off of, is that this djinn is all about destroying our culture, our values, and anything Americans honor, such as our Military.
He is doing what clinton WOULD have done, ALL of it, if there had not been a Republican majority to stop him.
I still find it mind boggling that NO ONE seems to see bill clinton behind the obama curtain.
A GOP Rep to STAND UP ?
How many GOP with guts in USA ?
Firstable 2 women!
I am wondering why OBAMA is not relentlessly slammed by Republicans for hese tricks, frauds and lies in order to hijack US democracy and hese core founding principles!
That is “change” but not the change you think
I believe Larry Sinclair. His story has never changed, not a single time.
Ah, yes...the much sought-after mandatory Presidental audience detail. /sarc
Dang it I was dosing off when I remembered this Wordsearch:
Barry and Larry
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He didn’t actually fail his poly. You should give the book a read. He kinda sounds pretty credible.
Don’t forget obongos’ weird as* poem that he wrote:
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 shink*, 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.
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