Sleestak

...the original liberal.  Or is it just sleaze?  I can't tell anymore.  Actually, I was just thinking about all the fun we're having with this under the table deal with Joe Sestak.  Once again Mr. Clinton...you come out of the shadows like a great pasty white ninja. 

Speaking of Clintons, here's what Hillary had to say today: "The rich are not paying their fair share [of taxes]..." 

I just have one question: how far does the probe have to be inserted into America's rear before it becomes uncomfortable?  Ever since Michelle Obama said that Barrack would never allow us to go back to our lives as usual, I've been wondering how anyone could sit quietly while the country is being...shall we say...violated.  Oh, but Obama says it's nothing inappropriate, so it must be okay.

Yesterday I was driving home and forced to stare at a bumper sticker that said, "Jesus was also a community organizer."  The car in front of me was obviously being driven by a wealthy woman inflicted with a particularly nefarious form of white guilt.  Fighting back the bile reversing its way through my gastrointestinal tract, I thought, "Really?  Obama and the Son of God?  Are you mental?" 

Barrack H. Obama is as close to being like Jesus as Nancy Pelosi is to being a botox free Joan of Arc.  The genders are the same.  So there's that.  But I don't remember Jesus being quite so self-righteous, and he actually had some work experience.  If you really want to know how awesome Obama is, just ask him.  I'm sure he'll let you know.  That is, after he's done simultaneously campaigning for "call me senator" Barbara Boxer and plugging the ocean floor with the supermud he formed from his own magic spittle.