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Better than thinking for a living


President Obama came into office right after the stock market crashed,
brought about by a criminally runaway financial sector interested only
in lining the pockets of the traders themselves; certainly not the public,
and caused by conducting wars that have cost us more then $700.
billion dollars, so far.  Not paid for!  Borrowed money!

He initiated bailouts to save banks from a complete meltdown,
auto companies from bankruptcy and annihialation, increased
unemployment benefits for millions of suddenly out-of-work families,
fashioned a massive, partial overhaul of the whole medical
insurance system, passed legislation to better the lot of women,
sent billions to strapped states to hire teachers and police- and fire-
workers, established decent and courteous and respectful relations
with nations all over the world, opened dialog with Muslim nations,
brought an end to combat missions in Iraq, proposes sweeping
regulations of the whole financial system in the U.S. that nearly
ruined us, and pleaded with Republicans to participate in all
of those measures, almost without even a token of help.

The Republicans have decided that if they just say NO! to everything,
the public, which is still hurting and scared and confused, will vote
for them in November, especially if they can conjole the Tea Party
to slip into the Republican tent, over on the side by the Nut Orchard.

And the polls say people are ready to vote out that Black,
born-in-Kenya, Black, secret Muslim, Black, fascist, Black, communist,
Black, un-American, Black President and give the Republicans
a chance to straighten out the situation we got ourselves into before
Obama became President.  Maybe put New Gingrich in charge.
Maybe the Orange-Kool-Aid man from Boehner, Ohio, maybe
the Olympic champion whose Daddy was Governor of Michigan.
Maybe Glenn "I'm a born-again Mormon" Beck, or Sister Sarah,
the Half-governor of Alaska.

Maybe just load up that handgun and shoot ourselves in the foot.
Any change is better than thinking for a living.






Illegal immigration is down by two-thirds in the last few years.

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