Read this blog and you’ll know a tale,
A tale of a PR trip.
That started from O’Hare Airport,
To save a sinking Ship.
The Prez left his family in Chi-town,
Starting their Vaca,
He met Big Sis on the Gulf Coast,
Coming there to save the day!
The oil slick had been coming in,
Ravaging the coast.
Scooter knew that if he did not go there,
His poll numbers were toast.
(His poll numbers are toast.)
He walked down the shores a bit,
And spoke to us a while,
“This is high priority,
on that you can rely!”
“My Ship of State will handle this,
In charge here since Day One.
Never mind that five weeks have gone by,
And nothing has been done.”
“And, now to Chi-town, I must return,
With my family I must sup,
BIll Ayers is having a barbeque,
And the darned thing might blow up.”
So, join me here each day, my friend.
And we’ll try and make some sense,
Of the actions of this Socialist,
The worst of Presidents.
**Based on The Ballad of Gilligan’s Isle…with apologies**
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Perfect to start the day with, KJ! The tune and the verse are so fitting for this Joker, Obama. He skips merrily along, oblivious to the happenings around him… or even if he is fully aware, he knows his mission to bring America to her knees is well on it’s way. The worst of ALL Presidents, indeed.
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Well done KJ!
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Yeah!!!
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Very nice, KJ.
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Perfect KJ…and every word is oh so true!!
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This obamanation is nothing more than a pimple on Gilligan’s butt when it comes to being President of the United States of America…
But morphs into a cancerous tumor, in need of a quick excising, as he attempts to disarm and dismantle “the Shining City upon a hill”…
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Thinks for the mind worm.
heh.
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