The next logical step was to post the picture of Mime Obama alone, so that you could test this theory by placing him in various American settings of your choice.
Here's Mime Obama on a transparent background. You know what to do with it.
Those plaques have been removed and melted down, to form a large plaque:
There. Next we'll engrave His visage on the Capitol dome. And under the bridges on the south side, so that the bats can shit on it.
He is just as out of place on the baseball field, football field, chopping wood with Reagan or Bush or.................. what about just answering questions at the Press Conferences instead of sprinting before questions can be asked! Fact is, his slumped-over curved-back pose as a mime is equivalent to his pose in the I-Killed-Bin picture.
He could be with Bush on the Mission Accomplished ship or with Lawrence of Arabia with a glass of yak milk.
- Red Square
R.O.C.K. in the USSA
Dear Comrade Rock,
This picture is inaccurate. All the power seems to be on along the eastern seaboard... but don't sweat it....
As ever, helpfully yours,
Sister Massively Opiated
The photographer missed the "bow" (not the ship, the President) in this photo, but he still looks out of palce.
I find it no coincidence Obama is a mime, given this site's history.
Lord Obama will give us perfect freedom. We will be free from the worry about having things stolen. We won't have any. We'll be free from the worry about getting good health care. It won't be. But we won't have to worry.
We won't have to keep up the the Joneses. The Joneses will be as hardscrabble and dirt poor as the rest of us. Unless they move to Washington.
Every possession takes away freedom. After all, as we all know, Freedom is another word for having nothing left to lose.
Father Prog Theocritusreality is what we pull out of our asses every morning.
It is great dissertations like this
Day after day. Year after year. Decade after decade. Until my death.
Sometimes during the long days I have occasionally come to ponder how these selfless leaders, like the esteemed Father Prog, have developed the ability to think in scales for the common good that dwarf such a mere average prole.
I would dream what it must be like to be one of them, in the Inner Circle.
Then the gulag taskmaster yells "Dig 4 Utopia - those beets aren't gonna dig themselves - do you want to be the one that prevents Father Prog from having his dinner tonight" and my shovel quickly rejoins the dirt & reality.
First, we have enforcers here. Whips. You've heard of Pinkie's shovel, and boy when she's hung over from the Putinka vodka, she can put some mean German on each swing. I would say English but then I'm a prog and the English don't have quite the reputation of wholesale murder that the Germans do.
Do you know what it's like to spend a month in a coma for having by accident eaten the last moldy potato peeling? It's brutal. Sure, you say, that's nothing considering it was a chaser for the foie gras, but then you don't know party discipline.
See Senator DiFi. She spoke her mind, and what happened? She's been taken hostage. She made the unpardonable assertion that Lord O and his minions leaked information crucial for national security just so he'd look good.
Well, shit. We all know that's what he did and I wouldn't mind sacrificing a dozen white RethugliKKKan virgin girls to get Lord O back in the White House, for the last time that a vote will even happen. After all, he's done such a great job of ruining this AmeriKKKa that I so despise--because it's bigger than I am--that we can't expect the Romneyoid to continue on.
So. Being a member of the Inner Circle isn't all that one thinks it could be. After all, if you're on the radar, you're more likely to have a knock on the door at midnight.
Or a visit by the EPA. Which is the same thing.