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taking the woman home for jazz hand lessons and appletinis.
Over at the American Thinker Brain Trust someone who calls herself “Robin of Berkeley,” obviously a close relative of “Frederick of Hollywood,” has discovered that the problem with the Obama administration was that he was elected only because he was a hot black throbbing mantower of burning love.
When pundits analyze why the masses flocked to the untested, mysterious Obama, they cite the usual suspects: anger at George Bush, white guilt, desire for some elusive change. But there’s a missing ingredient here: sex.
I can already see that this column is not going to end well and that it will only be a matter of time before “Robin of Berkeley” works crack cocaine, teen fisting, gay marriage and shemales into her discussion.
Now I didn’t vote for Obama.
Big fucking surprise, that.
When I see the dude, I ache, but not out of lust. However, millions have fallen under his spell and remain smitten.
Just yesterday as I walked by the White House I saw three sex-crazed young women tear off their clothes and try to scale the fence in the heat of Obama lust before they were stopped by the Secret Service.
For a long while, it wasn’t safe to wander over to a store’s magazine section. Every other magazine, from Newsweek to Men’s Health, featured Barack’s well-toned bod.
Not to mention the Calvin Klein underwear ad that Obama did for a billboard in Times Square and that revealing guest appearance that Obama did with Adam Ramrod on the Bad Puppy website or with the Czech twin brothers over at Bel Ami.
Some of my friends started acting like pre-teens when the O word was mentioned. My chum Wendy literally kissed her Obama bumper sticker right before my unbelieving eyes.
That’s the first time a bumper sticker has ever been seen as a veiled penis reference but, hey, “Robin of Berkeley” claims to be a psychotherapist and she writes for a web site known for, in equal measure, delusional thinking and cognitive disabilities
Of course the press sold Obama like the newest form of crack, getting the public fixated on his every word. The same media that stalks Angelina and Paris anointed Obama the ultimate celebrity. And to the addicted masses, entranced by leering reality shows and 24/7 texting, the Obama Show was just another sexually charged extravaganza.
Crack cocaine reference: check
From the moment he arrived on the scene, Obama sent out a sexual tone. Suddenly, sexuality is in our faces, whether it’s gay marriage, queering school kids, or elevating the transgendered to high places in government.
Gay marriage, teen fisting and shemales: check, check and check.
As conservatives, we have to figure out some way to snap the Obama Girls and Boys out of their virtual realities.
How ’bout, say, learning what’s meant by a “virtual reality” in the first place? Then I am certain that writing bunches of articles on the Internet about the Obamaschlong, his pecs and gay stuff will do the trick and will cause all the Obama Boys and Girls to join up with the legions of conservatives who all love Sarah Palin solely for her keen intellect. (VMILFR.)