It’s no surprise that Barry can’t see the nose on his face. Our affirmative action president has never had to see his nose in order to move forward. There was always someone standing by to assist him.
But General Casey’s inability to see the obvious is downright frightening. This is not a good time to advise your son or daughter or those of a friend to enlist. They’d be safe from white supremacism, true, but defnitely not from the evil of jihad. All we can be sure of from the denial going on about Maj. Muslim’s murderous performance is that there are going to be more Fort Hoods. And probably very soon.
We mock the French and their military losses. But only they have the guts to ban the burqa. Not that I expect our affirmative action president to have the nerve to sack the head-to-toe shroud, but still…
That’s Mr. President, Barry, Barack, B. Hussein Obama, The One, whatever you prefer. I mean just because it’s seldom heard doesn’t mean that it isn’t self-evident. Geraldine Ferraro was the first to say it out loud: that no white man with Barry’s political and social baggage and lack of experience could possibly have won either major party’s nomination.
Not with a racist pastor of twenty years, a convicted gangster who helped him buy his home and an unrepentent American terrorist who not only baby-sat his daughters but is the suspected hidden co-author of his one literary achievement. But because Barry is half black, you can turn Dr. King’s famous quote around, and give BHO a pass based on the color of his skin as opposed to the content of his (questionable) character. Hence, he is our first Affirmative Action President. He won’t be the last.
MORE: Iowahawk, who actually lives in Chicago, updates his classic Barry bio: The Epic of Obamacles.