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Black patriots in Congress

True leaders. Long before the current indolent crop of race-baiters and thieves.

Barry gets even

Wonder why the Big Spender was so curt with British Prime Minister Gordon Brown? Baldilocks doesn’t:

"In Dreams from My Father, President Obama says that his grandfather was tortured by the British…"

Not that I care about Brown, or the rest of the increasingly anti-American Brits, for that matter, but do we really want a president who uses our foreign policy to settle his personal matters? Well, we’ve got one.

MORE:  Even the Mrs. got her little dig in with a couple of cheapie toy helicopters.

Baby Barry finally comes clean

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Oh, good. Just what we need. Not a healer, but another hustler.

Via Baldilocks. 

Barry on the cross

Remember how upset some people were over Republican Mike Huckabee’s Chritsmas ad that had a subliminal cross hovering in the background? Barry has gone Huckabee one better with a flier that includes a no-nonsense cross and an explicit appeal to religious Christians. I await the furor, but I won’t hold my breath. I suppose it will help confuse those folks who still believe that he’s a Muslim.

Chest candy

Baldilocks does some sniping at Dick Cavett, etc., for complaining about Gen. Petraeus’s pyramid of ribbons (a third of them hidden by his lapel) that make his uniform look lopsided. Not a real man, Cavett, etc. Wimps, and so forth. Well, at the risk of being lumped with the girlie men, I also think all that chest candy looks ridiculous. Much as I admire the general–a modern Grant or Sherman, to be sure–I have to say that most of the stuff on his uniform is boilerplate that everyone has been awarded, such as his National Defense Service ribbon with two oak leaf clusters. It’s not personal. I would much prefer a high-ranking American officer pare his/her ribbons/badges down to the half dozen or so that really are distinctive. It would look a lot more serious; much less like a pretentious peacock.

Niggahz

Little Miss Attila seems to agree with Cobb, who says talk about race never works. He says it’s because we can’t get past our own self-interest. She would like to see a national shut-up about race, instead of the conversation Barry implies we’re going to be having with him until November. As Cobb says, everyone else can rest easy, this is just a black-white thing. Lucky them. Barry has no choice, of course, having painted himself into a corner with what Hitchens calls his thug priest. He now has to run as a black candidate. But we don’t have to listen to him. LMA, meanwhile, finds that some white kids are helping to undermine the ancient division by undercutting the famous racial slur. They go around calling each other "my niggah." It’s all in the spelling, and the pronunciation. I agree with LMA, however, that Jeremiah Wright, Minister Farrakhan and O.J. Simpson are worthy of the original spelling and pronunciation.

Via Baldilocks