Showing posts with label Obama NWO shill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Obama NWO shill. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

The Dumbest Speech Ever

President Obama addressed the nation yesterday in what some pundits are calling the dumbest State of the Union address ever, tailored to the intellect of an average 14 year old.

Others feel that Obama's an empty fraud, going through a contrived act that fails to hide the hollow sham of his presidency. Nick Gillespie, writing for Time, nails it:

"Arguably the most frustrating thing about Obama’s presidency is that he himself often barely seems to be inhabiting it. He reads about things in the newspapers, just like the rest of us, only playing commander in chief when it suits his fancy. That’s no way to run a country, especially one in which your position is weaker than it was just last year."

But Barack Hussein Obama doesn't care, he's only got two more years to shill and then he can retire, limolib elite rich, on the proceeds of the dumbest speeches ever.

Nice work if you can find it,


Sunday, December 21, 2014

DeBlasio Must Go.

DeBlasio, you must resign. You are hated and despised. You have betrayed your civic trust and now you have to go. You are on the side of Jihad, of Ismaaiyl Abdullah Brinsley and Al Sharpton. There is no room for you here anymore. 

NYPD has turned its back on you and we have, too. You need to go while you can. There is blood on your hands. NYPD BA Patrick Lynch summed it up:

“We tried to warn it must not go on. It cannot be tolerated, That blood on the hands starts on the step of City Hall in the office of the mayor. When these funerals are over, those responsible will be called on the carpet and held accountable.”

Jihad Jackass

DeBlasio, you have been called. You must not be allowed to prospect for votes at the cost of lives. You must go.

We scorn and despise you.


Saturday, August 30, 2014

I Love Texas


Unlike our NWO overlords in Washington I won't lie, it's good to be back in Texas. For me, this means reconnecting with the people in the Missions and various firearms. I was a bit worried to discover that my sporter Lee seemed to be shooting a bit low, so I tinkered about in the fierce wind chill. Low and behold, it was dead on! Not bad for a 97 year old rifle.

Get On Target, For God's Sake.

But ancient battle rifle porch projects aside, excitement's building as Opening Day of dove season is right 'round the corner. I drove out to a parishioner's farm to scout out the potential action.

Polled Herefords

There were plenty of dove, unlike last year, and more than a few rabbits. So things look promising; the plan is to set up at first light with my Wittgensteininan ally GWB and shoot some dove. Then grill them, popper style.

Hours of Hunting Fun

Of course the dove may choose Opening Day to make themselves scarce and I may forget how to shoot in the general excitement of the thing. But we'll see.

Behold Your Ruler

In the meanwhile we wait with bated breath for the most powerful man in the world to do something about his genocidal friends in Iraq, Syria and the Levant. Good luck with that and remember, it's all fun and games until they chop your buddy's head off.