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Do people think we are stupid?

Well, OK!, Barack HeReallyDoesn'tExist Obama first showed us his Birth Certificate--the one that proves that his mother gave birth to him in Kenya or Indonesia and then flew immediately to Hawaii and talked two newspapers and a hospital staff into saying that he had been born in Hawaii.  It was the usual kind of certificate; the one we all get when we ask for one.


Now Barack HRDE Obama asked the State of Hawaii to give him the long version of his tall tale about having been born almost as if he were an ordinary person with a mother and a father and everything.  


Will this deceit never end?  Everybody knows that Barack Obama does not exist!  There is no Black man as President in the White House!  It is all a lie!  It simply cannot be, and is not, true!


He never went to Occidental College, or to Columbia University.  He never went to Harvard Law School.  He was never Editor of the Harvard Law Review.  He never taught Constitutional Law at the University of Chicago.  Barack Obama is not Our President.  He cannot be our President because he does not exist!  It is pure and simple logic:  no Black man can possibly be President!  Therefore, President Obama does not exist!  That's it!  Period!  Cogito, ergo sum stupid!  


If God had intended for either women or Black people to be President, don't you think we would have had one by now?  


All men are not created equal.  Women, either.  I think it is safe to say that even if Barack Obama did exist, he would probably be equal to about 3/5ths of an ordinary human being.  It says, right in the Constitution, that Black people and women cannot vote, but just for counting purposes, Black people should be counted as 3/5ths of a person.  (I guess, maybe, it just used to say that, but, anyway, he doesn't exist, anyway.)


A long birth certificate!  Yeah!  


(Just as an aside, who is that Black woman with the two kids who seems to live in the White House?)

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