Posted on 12/18/2014 4:26:22 PM PST by Responsibility2nd
"What will you tell the President when you see him?" was my daughter Eva's first reaction when I told her I'd been invited to the White House Channukah party (Actually, it was her second reaction. Her first was, "Take me!"). Kids are innocent that way. They don't realize that when you have over a hundred people crowding the leader of the free world, it's not so easy to get in a word edgewise.
But I got lucky. It's not what I told the President that mattered, it's what I heard him say when few people were paying attention.
After the president made his Channukah remarks and the lighting ceremony was over, he came down to greet the thick crowd of guests along a receiving line.
Because the Glatt kosher lamb chops were so amazing, and my friend Selwyn Gerber and I were completely immersed in the shmooze-with-every-cool-Jew routine prior to the President's arrival, I came late to the waiting crowd, which means I ended up about four rows back.
Here's where my luck kicked in. There was an imposing and tall white-haired gentleman to my right who had a booming voice and was determined to say something to the President (I think he may have had a few single malts, but that's another story.)
So, when the president got closer to us, and I was prepared to launch my very tame, "Mr President, do you have a message you want to share with the Jews of Los Angeles?" line, THE MAN TO MY RIGHT launched the most brilliant Presidential Channukah greeting of all time:
"Mr President," he said in his booming voice, "when I told my Christian friend I was coming to a Channukah party at the White House, he told me, 'I didn't know the President was Jewish!"
The President let out a serious belly laugh. But in all the commotion of people asking other questions and everyone clicking their smart phone cameras, it was easy to lose sight of the president to see if he had anything to say.
I kept my eyes straight on him. It was clear that the "President was Jewish" idea had intrigued him. After about three or four seconds, as he was walking away, and looking at no one in particular, the President just said, "I am, in my soul."
So, there you have it: The leader of the free world says he's Jewish, in his soul.
Happy Channukah, Eva.
LOL!
Barry - you are a Muslim. Period.
If I had me some skills, I would put this on his punkin’ head...
Pants on fire.
The rest of him is mostly Arab, which he hides but is disclosed by his non-African Arabic surname and his Arabic first and middle names as a way to triply proclaim his Arabic parentage to people in Kenya . Only a small part of him is African Black from his Luo grandmother, which he pretends he is exclusively.
What he isn't, not a genetic drop of, is 'African-American,' the descendant of enslaved Africans brought to America chained in slave ships. He hasn't a single ancestor who was a slave. Instead, > his Arab ancestors were slave owners. Slave-trading was the main Arab business in East Africa for centuries until the British ended it. Let that sink in: Obama is not the descendant of slaves, he is the descendant of slave owners. Thus he makes the perfect Liberal Messiah.
His mother’s name was Stanley?
This apOstate goes around without a fatwa?
Drunken taqiyya.
It looks God is now on his case.
I am not certain that Obama even has a soul.
But hey, what the heck. I have decided that I am Black. I love their music from the 40s, 50s and 60s - even some from the 70s. I have taught myself to play harmonicas, we call them “harps”, and I am quite good at playing the blues. I also love Elvis and most importantly, I love fried chicken and watermelon. I would kill for a pile of BBQ ribs. I like old movies about the slave days.
So you see, I must have a Black soul.
Now, how long before my white skin turns black and when do I get to join in on the lootin’ fun? Oh, and when will I be getting some of that free Obama money?
with a split personality to boot.
Oy vey!
;>)
I a sure Warren heard that one of her ancestors often made borscht for the family.
Evidently the American Jews think so also.
Yep... Dad wanted a boy, and she paid the price. That’s just a little hint of the dysfunction in that family!
Capo fits.
His imam ain’t gonna like this.
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