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A President Out of Control, Thinking!

Barach Obama says that he, personally, supports the right of other people to get married if they want to.  Apparently, like many of us, once he thought marriages should be arranged by matchmakers, or busybodies, or Congress.


Now, I ask you, what business is it of President Obama to have an opinion about whom other people want to marry?  Presidents have more important things to worry about!  For instance, should he not be worrying about dual citizenship in Switzerland, possibly on a nice, little place right next to Michele Bachmann on Lake Zurich?  


I will tell you who ought to be worrying about the right of other people to marry whomever they want!  Marcus Bachmann has a right to worry!  Is he not married to Michele?  How did that happen?  There should be a law!  


No, look!  When Michele is not hollering at us about how slavery ended when Abraham married his maidservant or whomever it was, or that everybody else in government is anti-American, she is a very nice woman.  Especially when her hairdresser wakes up early and gets on the job.  Michele proves that a lot of women from Minnesota, or Wisconsin, or Iowa, or wherever that corn poll was taken that proved she was presidential, are dazzlingly deep thinkers, and that we are wrong to dismiss her just because she talks so much nonsense.  But she does support the rights of gay and lesbian people to marry Wisconsin Synod Lutherans of the opposite gender.  


But we have gone too far when President Obama talks to his kids and his wife about marriage and the way things plainly are?  What is a president for if it is not to avoid plain talk?  The President should mind his own business and stop thinking about things!  


What will he think of next?  A Congress that does something?  Better schools?  Jobs?  A fairer tax system?  


I miss Dubya.  He read books to kids.  

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