Thursday, March 25, 2010

How Dare You? A Letter From B. H. Obama

Billy Roy Michum called the coffee meeting to order with a statement of semi-disbelief, "I can't believe it but Obama has taken the time to write us a complaint letter, but he has. Before we read his letter just think about it: Iran's moving to nuclear weapons, the Palestinians are threatening Israel, China is driving us out of critical world markets, Osama Bin Laden is threatening us, our troops are committed to two wars, we continue to lose over 400,000 jobs a month in the US, and our leader Obama is going on a pep rally tour to sell the Health Care Monster that he, Pelosi, and Reid have stuffed down our throats into law. Now that they have this Monster in our stomachs they are going to continue to lie about how great it is going to be when it comes out. Any idiot knows how something that has been stuffed down your stomach winds up, it turns to shit. And shit is shit no matter how you wrap it. Anyway, Aunt Martha, could you read this letter?"

"I would be happy to, BM," Aunt Martha replied showing total compliance to BM's request.

To: The Hubbard City Cafe

From: President Barrack Hussien Obama
(Duly Elected President of the United States and Don't Forget It)

Subject: Critical Questions from My Big White House to Your Little Bitty Cafe

1. How dare you not always call me by the last complete name (Barack Hussein Obama) that my handlers have selected for me when I decided to run for political office instead of Barry and all that other stuff?

2.How dare you ask to see validation that I am who I say I am ( my colleges, birth certificates, legislation sponsored, job descriptions, college transcripts and writings, etc.) How dare you ask why and how my wife and I lost our licenses to practice law?

3. How dare people criticize me for not supporting my own family members living in poverty when I have no idea who my own family members are? And I do not care. I am President.

4. How dare you ask me to honor my oath to protect the US Constitution which needs reforming? And besides I am a World leader and way bigger than this little racist country and any dumb document written by a bunch of old dead white guys who wore wigs and hose.

5. How dare you question the history of my Muslim faith? Whether I am attending a Christian church with my family now? Why I went to Rev. Wright's Social Justice Black Supremist church for 20 years? Or why I always side with anyone against the Jews in Israel?

6. How dare you ask me to have real press conferences? How dare you ask me to speak before any audiences who are not handpicked? How dare you try to require that my statements that my staff puts on Mr. Teleprompter are true? How dare you watch Fox News try to counter balance my adoring main stream media networks? I hate those people and plan to destroy them when I can get around to it.

7. How dare you question my appointing Communists and Socialists to high positions in my administration? How dare you to criticize me for taking control of the auto, financial, and health care industries, and soon to be energy industry and immigration of illegals all the while smearing me with labels like Socialist? How dare you complain about me passing a stimulus bill to pay back my voters and financial supporters? Remember the election? I won, you lost, eat crap!

8. In fact and to sum it up, since I am President how dare you little people believe that I should be restricted in anyway by the rules of law, Congress, public opinion, your Christian God, or your stupid little bitty blog?

Your President and Master,

B. H. Obama

Well, the folks left after their second cups commited to dare more than ever. Guess Obama just doesn't understand the little people.

Think about it,


P. S. Eddie Ray Rabbit has left Hubbard to move to Florida to pick lemons for a living. Seems like a good idea since he's been divorced three times, owned 2 Toyota trucks, and voted for Obama.

1 comment:

  1. If that letter doesn't scare you to death then nothing will. I hope that Billy R. can figure out a good reply.

    Lanky from Hubbard