Satire that comes too close to the mark

David Kahane, writing at NRO, pens this:

Is there no end to the prowess of His Serene Highness, the Emperor Barack Hussein Obama II, Lord of the Flies, Protector of the Holy Cities of Honolulu and Chicago, and by the Grace of Gaia the 44th president of the United States? Whether it’s swatting a pesky fly at the White House, bowling a near-perfect 37 during the campaign, or shooting some pick-up hoops in between charming various foreign leaders out of their socks, it seems there’s nothing the Dear Leader and Teacher can’t do.

Over the top? Only if you don’t pay attention to the continuing love-fest: wet, sloppy love bestowed on the first family by American blacks (96% of whom still love BHO) and the asleep-at-the-wheel mainstream media. Just today, a breathless article in the WaPo about where the Obamas might go out to eat.

There are, to be certain, some cracks in this sloppy love fest. Why, just last week the otherwise in-the-bag Washington Post had the audacity to question whether the country could afford ObamaCare. But blacks and BHO’s other enthusiasts don’t seem to care about actually paying for all of this love.

It may have been summed up in a bumper sticker I saw yesterday in Alexandria, Virginia: Honk if I’m Paying Your Mortgage. And, before much longer, those who pay taxes will be in the minority; those who subsist on government handouts in the majority. Now that’s change that those on welfare can believe in. And that change is going to bankrupt our nation.


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