This seems to be making the rounds this morning. I don't know why it took so long for Americans to realize that Obama ate a dog or two back in the day. After all, his---or, dare I say, his ghost writer, Bill Ayers' ---book was a bestseller. You would think that with all those copies floating around on the coffee tables of PETA hardened, simulated tortoiseshell frames wearing Libtardettes everywhere that at least one or two of them would have cracked that venerated book open and have been shocked, as I was a few years ago, to discover that Obama eats dogs!
I've been waiting years for this story to hit the limelight. Now, with all the jabs at Mitt Omni for taking his dog on vacation by strapping it on top of his car, it looks like the story is finally getting some traction.
But, if I were you, I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for the day PETA douses Obama with simulated blood. It's just not going to happen. The hypocrisy and favoritism of the Left is deafening:
Obama bites dog
Jim Treacher - The Daily Caller
Hey, if we're going to talk about how presidential candidates treated dogs decades ago, let's talk about how presidential candidates treated dogs decades ago.
Can you name the author of this quote?
"With Lolo, I learned how to eat small green chill peppers raw with dinner (plenty of rice), and, away from the dinner table, I was introduced to dog meat (tough), snake meat (tougher), and roasted grasshopper (crunchy). Like many Indonesians, Lolo followed a brand of Islam that could make room for the remnants of more ancient animist and Hindu faiths. He explained that a man took on the powers of whatever he ate: One day soon, he promised, he would bring home a piece of tiger meat for us to share."
Well, if a man takes on the powers of whatever he eats, it kind of makes me wonder then why the self-described mutt, Obama, gets so upset when people treat him like the dog he is...
Yep, that's Barack Obama, writing about his childhood with his stepfather Lolo Soetoro in Indonesia, from Chapter Two of his bestseller Dreams from My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance.
"So what? It was a long time ago," you say. "He was a lot younger. Customs are different there. He was just doing what his stepfather told him. And hey, you can't even prove that the dogs were ever left on top of a car, you racist."
Hey, whatever you have to tell yourself, libs. Say what you want about Romney, but at least he only put a dog on the roof of his car, not the roof of his mouth. And whenever you bring up the one, we're going to bring up the other.
It's no fun when we push back, is it? That's why it's so much fun.
Update: I know the Secret Service has a lot to deal with right now, but are they protecting Bo? From Obama, I mean.
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