Tuesday, November 3, 2009


Obama is the shepherd I did not want.
He leadeth me beside the still factories.
He restoreth my faith as a conservative.
He guideth me in the path of unemployment for his party's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the bread line, I shall fear no hunger, for his bailouts are with me.
He has anointed my income with taxes, My expenses runneth over.
Surely, poverty and hard living will follow me all the days of my life, And I will live in a mortgaged home forever.
I am glad I am American, I am glad that I am free.
But I wish I were a dog ...
And Obama was a tree.

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