(Hat-tip to Janeane Garofolo, who has far more vowels than anyone in America should be allowed to hoard just for a single person’s name!)
It’s the first Black Friday in America since we put a black man in the White House. How do you suppose it might go?
I’m guessing he wants all the black on him. All for himself. None left for profitable ink on ledgers, either government or private. That’s why he turned an economic down-turn into The Greatest Depression.
How else could you explain his insertion of himself and his race into the video he sent to commemorate the greatest accomplishment of Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher?
Every, single thing that has ever been in any way related to, or connected by, blackness is about Obama. Also anything relating to “job creation” and freedom. That’s him too.
Black Friday won’t be so black this year. Because you elected a president that should be on a doctor’s couch instead of the Oval Office. He’s not black. He’s a mulatto bastard with two worthless, selfish parents. That can leave one confused.
My father was taken from me when I was young. Barry Soetoro doesn’t have the luxury I have – I knew my father and he was a great man. Barry never knew the sperm factory that spawned him and countless others. What he does know isn’t very respectable.
So he’s determined to undermine America. When the drunken Kenyan father that abandoned him, the Muslim step-father that adopted him and Karl Marx are all proud of him, he can rest.
I’m holding my breath.
Happy shopping, America! And welcome to Red Friday.