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WHY AN EMPTY CHAIR IS BETTER THAN OBAMA

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THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A MANDATE AND A TAX

Speaking on a practical level:

If America is to remain free, clean up that Congress on Election Day 2012!

HILARIOUS VIDEO: OBAMA'S BIRTH CERTIFICATE

With a hat tip to Silverfiddle:


Whether you're a "birther" or not, you should admit that the above video shows up Obama supporters for what they are. Heh.

Weekend Political Cartoon

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Spotted at Political Realities, LD Jackson's site (Click directly on the image to enlarge it):


Excerpt from the opinion essay written by LD Jackson:

I believe the President is guilty of playing class warfare....His relationship with the unions is indicative of that desire, I believe. They are a means to an end and that end is winning a second term in 2012.

Read the entire essay HERE.

OUR LEFTIST-PERVADED EDUCATIONAL SYSTEM

A musical presentation satirizing the tripe our children are being taught (found at Conservative Hideout 2.0):

EVERTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT EVERY ONE OF BHO'S SPEECHES

From the Patriot Post:



Patriot Post essay HERE.

WEEKEND FUNNY

I love baseball! I come by that love of baseball naturally, I suppose. My father, born in 1911 and denizen of sandlot baseball, was actually offered a job as pitcher for the New York Yankees by a pro-ball scout way back when. Dad turned down the offer as he was such a homebody and the part-time caregiver for his own father.

Anyway, when I saw the video below over at Right Truth, I knew that I just had to post it:


For the record, the original classic poem "Casey at the Bat" by Ernest Lawrence Thayer:

The Outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, if only Casey could get but a whack at that -
We'd put up even money, now, with Casey at the bat.

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despis-ed, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on Casey's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped-
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one," the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand;
And its likely they'd a-killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two."

"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville - mighty Casey has struck out.

Read more about the 1888 poem HERE.

VIDEO: NO TREATS FROM BARACK OBAMA

LOL!



One smart dog!

THE MASTER SNOLLYGOSTER

Thanks to RaDena for the image below:



Read about Snollygosters and health-care reform at Always On Watch.

VIDEO: "RECESSON" PARODY

The wry truth:

If Only

Every week, the Washington Post has a little contest called "The Style Invitational." A few weeks back, the Invitational was "If Only!" — a one liner explaining how the world would be different had some event not occurred.

The printed results for "If Only!" are below the fold (emphases mine, all a matter of personal preference)....

Read the rest at Always On Watch.

POLITICAL CARTOON: OBAMA THE MARXIST

“It’s not that I want to punish your success, I just want to make sure that everybody who is behind you, that they’ve got a chance at success, too… I think when you spread the wealth around, it’s good for everybody.”—Sen. Barack Obama (D-IL) speaking to Joe Wurzelbacher, Ohio plumber.

Web site Get Liberty

Weblog: NetRight Nation

OBAMA: THE PIED PIPER

THIS WOULD BE FUNNIER IF IT WEREN'T TRUE:

HERE is the complete text of Robert Browning's "The Pied Piper of Hamelin."

An allegory for our times?

Not if voters keep Obama out of the White House!