I can't wait until his coronation as western culture's supreme dictator.
The question is when he'll cross his own personal Rubicon?
"How swiftly Obama had surmounted the icy Appalachians and in his mind conceived immense upheavals, coming war. When he reached the water of the Potomac Creek, clearly to the leader through the murky night appeared a mighty image of his country in distress, grief in her face, her white hair streaming from her tower-crowned head, with tresses torn and shoulders bare she stood before him, and sighing said:
'Where further do you march? Where do you take my standards, warriors? If lawfully you come, if as citizens, this far only is allowed.'
Then trembling struck the leader's limbs; his nappy hair grew stiff and weakness checked his progress, holding his feet at the river's edge. At last he says some pretty stupid shit:
'O Thunderer, surveying great D.C's walls from the Virginia Rock --
'O Satan house gods of Chicago and mafia and male bath houses who was carried off to hell --
'O Jupiter of Lesbian filth, seated in lofty Berkeley and hearths of Napolitano and Kagan--
'O Pentagram equal to the highest deity, favor my small penis, I mean my plans.
Not with impious weapons do I pursue you. Here am I, Barry Hussein Obama, conqueror of land and sea, your own soldier, everywhere, now, too, if I am permitted. The man who makes me your enemy -- it is he who be the guilty one.' If thou aren't with me, then thou art the enemy.
Then he broke the barriers of war and through the swollen river swiftly took his standards. And Barry crossed the flood and reached the opposite bank for a smoke and sip of malt liquor. From Arlington's forbidden fields he took his stand and said:
'Here I abandon peace and desecrated law.
Fortune, it is you I follow.
Farewell to treaties.
From now on war is our judge.'"
Hail Obama, for those who are about to die, salute you.
