The Truth About the President!

John T. sent me an article from The Onion--easily the most factual newspaper in the country--reporting that a fifth of all Americans believe that Barack Obama is a cactus.

"The poll, conducted by the Pew Research Center, found a sharp rise in the number of Americans who say they firmly believe Obama was either born a cactus, became a cactus during his youth, or has questionable links to the Cactaceae family."

"We asked people of varying races, ages, and backgrounds the same question: 'What is President Barack Obama?'" Pew spokeswoman Jodi Miller told reporters. "And a fifth of them responded, 'A cactus.'"

"A number of polled Americans identified [this (r.)] as a photo of President Obama."

I don't know about you, but it seems to me that this latest shift in the opinion of the electorate--or at least that part of the electorate that has, to its credit, raised very interesting question regarding the relationship of President Obama to what remains of the human race--is a far more reaching, and believable, charge than those silly assertions about him being born in Kenya, or ancient Greece, or wherever it was. And everyone knew that a Muslim could not have attended the Rev. Wright's church for twenty years without having been found out! A cactus could easily get away with it!

A lot has been said, both about the lack of a hard-hitting, independent press, and about the lunacy of those people who said the President was an Arab, or a Mau Mau, or maybe just a tad too smart and black to satisfy a whole lot of people who are going to register to vote as soon as they can find a way to do it without involving the government, but this latest poll goes a long way toward restoring honesty and common sense to our political process.

As The Onion concludes in its fair and balanced article:

"I don't care what he says or what his people say or what anybody else says," 48-year-old Kansas resident Jake Nolan told reporters. "The guy's a cactus, plain and simple. I mean, Christ, look at him."

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