Oh, Obama the Vapid

Shaking off the stardust like raver glitter from Obama's meteoric rise to his being elected overseas President of these here United States and looking hard at the man himself he is no more than a man enamored of his own platitudes, a gracious host to others greased up hands who does not even cough anymore and what of the man's senseless speeches spoken to the lowest common denominator, the fleas of our modern existence do bite and he forgets not only the host but the nature of the plague. Our economy, our society and our system of government is at a crossroads and we get a reactionary in Change's clothing. Who is left to lead us? Where is our revolutionary guard? Where are the individuals who will institutionalize this mess of anarchistic impulses and shared sense of liberty? Where are those who are prepared to make laws based on principles instead of precedent?

We Americans like to think of ourselves as clever when we are confronted with adversity, that having someone elected under a mandate of change will make it so. We neglect the massive Golden flywheel of the status quo that has since the Earth was young usurped or overran much potential for mankind to have social, economic and scientific progress. That such a leviathan of lavish lassitude exists, always seeking to consolidate and centralize its power so that it may if challenged do so on in its own system of laws that all lead back to its establishment is now becoming obvious to TV pundits even. Some self-proclaimed skeptic barks that he is always hoping that we will see Obama genuflect soon on his failings to be anything more than
a more sophisticated shill
a man made of candy and crap
but he will be dissapointed he will be shamed complacent and made to vote VOTE BLUE VOTE RED

God spends every night when he could be smashing quasars together or shooting heroin tending everyone who voted for Obama individually with lush epic dreams about their ever so favorite celebrities from their ever so favorite television shows giving them head while they eat a burger the size and shape of a human skull

pickled eyes
meaty lips
american cheese

Politics has become two crayons used to demarcate all of existence into idiots and fuckwits
Idiots and Fuckwits, your choice is change
And those Senators and Congressors
your choice is nil, no one can shake an apple from a dead tree
the gods of the revolution play games in the afterlife you will not understand

Those democrats do giggle when provoked so amuse yourself.
Republicans are usually not the shits and giggles type, so schadenfraude.

There he stands so falsely alone and stands where
the power of precepts are the precepts of power
now immersed in the bowels of the beast does he not stink of its shit willfully?

His bastard accomplices bitch about this and that, this and that
A shield of humane pejoratives to make him all the more easier
to like to love to lick to cum to spread the dead seed they name Change
Paralysis in labor to deliver change and everyone gets their money shot, congratulations
An accidental Genesis is an abortion in waiting, crying to be let back out
An accidental Revolutionary is a despot

Palin is a female Dan Quayle.

The man spouting unforgivably vapid platitudes that stink up the mind should not be given a free ride so as to be untouchable now but filled with sharpened sticks of inquiry later. He will be jabbed you know and it is better to spit him now than to spit on him latter. Meat is the foundation of a healthy political diet.