Barack Obama, our next President

"The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep," Obama cautioned. Young and charismatic but with little experience on the national level, Obama smashed through racial barriers and easily defeated ... Full Story
No Mo Obamas

Los Angeles, CA

#801155 Nov 9, 2012
Sister Kathryn Lust wrote:
<quoted text>Perhaps they're tired of being on the other end of such treatment, and have decided to dish it out instead of taking it for a change.
Just a thought.
They have been given unfair advantage for years now. You are not a nun and are some loon like Jenny McCarthy who Barbara Walters invited to her show so she could rant against Catholicism and sell her anti-Catholic book she wrote. This is a good example of how BW operates btw!

Whoopi Goldberg and Shitty Shepherd even had the gall to go on and on about how THEY now were in the majority and it was whites who were in the minority, implying they were going to really dish it out. These two are rich beyond anyone's wildest imagination and have no reason to gripe about anything. Shepherd is using that brat of hers to push her racism telling about some remark the brat made while watching DWTS! Now what kind of decent mother lets a kid with ALL THE BEHAVIOR PROBLEMS Jeffrey Shepherd has watch DWTS where she went on and grossed everyone out with her porn "dancing?"

This is the kind of venom BW allows these overpaid untalented uneducated unmannered "women" to spew daily on that show! It is horrible and I watch other programs fyi that qualify for news which "The View" certainly does not. I rarely watch a complete show as I can't stand them but tune in to find out what they're putting out.

Sister, you of all people should know that two wrongs don't make a right! Shame on you.

These affirmative action types have been given opportunities they do not deserve and are not qualified for....not all but most. You see that everywhere if you look...especially on tv. Barack Obama talks like a street punk when he's not reading from the teleprompter and appears uneducated as does Michelle Obama. They were probably given grades they didn't earn simply because they were black and the blacks voted for him just because they wanted a black president.

Stupid is as stupid does. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Those who voted for Obama deserve just what they get and have no right to complain but just wait and see all the hollering they're going to do.

Barack Obama is a liar and already is up to his old tricks. He has no business taking a trip abroad and Hillary Clinton is delaying her appearance at the hearing or whatever it is in connection with Lybia with a phony excuse. This is exactly the shit she pulled when Bill Clinton was the President and she/they were being investigated in the Whitewater Scandal or one of the many others they were involved in.

Birds of a feather flock together. The Obama administration is full of corruption and anyone supporting it is supporting that corruption.
THE DEBIL

Switzerland

#801156 Nov 9, 2012
Experiments
"The first of June! The Kings are off to the seashore tomorrow, and I'm free. Three months' vacation -- how I shall enjoy it!" exclaimed Meg, coming home one warm day to find Jo laid upon the sofa in an unusual state of exhaustion, while Beth took off her dusty boots, and Amy made lemonade for the refreshment of the whole party.
"Aunt March went today, for which, oh, be joyful!" said Jo. "I was mortally afraid she'd ask me to go with her. If she had, I should have felt as if I ought to do it, but Plumfield is about as gay as a churchyard, you know, and I'd rather be excused. We had a flurry getting the old lady off, and I had a fright every time she spoke to me, for I was in such a hurry to be through that I was uncommonly helpful and sweet, and feared she'd find it impossible to part from me. I quaked till she was fairly in the carriage, and had a final fright, for as it drove of, she popped out her head, saying,`Josyphine, won't you --?' I didn't hear any more, for I basely turned and fled. I did actually run, and whisked round the corner whee I felt safe."
"Poor old Jo! She came in looking as if bears were after her," said Beth, as she cuddled her sister's feet with a motherly air.
"Aunt March is a regular samphire, is she not?" observed Amy, tasting her mixture critically.
"She means vampire, not seaweed, but it doesn't matter. It's too warm to be particular about one's parts of speech," murmured Jo.
"What shall you do all your vacation?" asked Amy, changing the subject with tact.
"I shall lie abed late, and do nothing," replied Meg, from the depths of the rocking chair. "I've been routed up early all winter and had to spend my days working for other people, so now I'm going to rest and revel to my heart's content."
"No," said Jo, "that dozy way wouldn't suit me. I've laid in a heap of books, and I'm going to improve my shining hours reading on my perch in the old apple tree, when I'm not having l..."
"Don't say `larks!'" implored Amy, as a return snub for the samphire' correction.
"I'll say `nightingales' then, with Laurie. That's proper and appropriate, since he's a warbler."
"Don't let us do any lessons, Beth, for a while, but play all the time and rest, as the girls mean to," proposed Amy.
"Well, I will, if Mother doesn't mind. I want to learn some new songs, and my children need fitting up for the summer. They are dreadfully out of order and really suffering for clothes."
"May we, Mother?" asked Meg, turning to Mrs. March, who sat sewing in what they called `Marmee's corner'.
"You may try your experiment for a week and see how you like it. I think by Saturday night you will find that all play and no work is as bad as all work and no play."
"Oh, dear, no! It will be delicious, I'm sure," said Meg complacently.
"I now propose a toast, as my `friend and pardner, Sairy Gamp', says. Fun forever, and no grubbing!" cried Jo, rising, glass in hand, as the lemonade went round.
They all drank it merrily, and began the experiment by lounging for the rest of the day. Next morning, Meg did not appear till ten o'clock. Her solitary breakfast did not taste nice, and the room seemed lonely and untidy, for Jo had not filled the vases, Beth had not dusted, and Amy's books lay scattered about. Nothing was neat and pleasant but `Marmee's corner', which looked as usual. And there Meg sat, to `rest and read', which meant to yawn and imagine what pretty summer dresses she would get with her salary. Jo spent the morning on the river with Laurie and the afternoon reading and crying over The Wide, Wide World, up in the apple tree. Beth began by rummaging everything out of the big closet where her family resided, but getting tired before half done, she left her establishment topsy-turvy and went to her music,
THE DEBIL

Switzerland

#801157 Nov 9, 2012
rejoicing that she had no dishes to wash. Amy arranged her bower, put on her best white frock, smoothed her curls, and sat down to draw under the honeysuckle, hoping someone would see and inquire who the young artist was. As no one appeared but an inquisitive daddy-longlegs, who examined her work with interest, she went to walk, got caught in a shower, and came home dripping.
THE DEBIL

Switzerland

#801158 Nov 9, 2012
killtaker wrote:
<quoted text>
How much pot have you smoked tonight?
CLEARLY NOT ENOUGH OR I WOULDN'T STILL BE HALLUCINATING THAT I CAN SEE YOU NAKED

“life under BO”

Since: Sep 12

buena vista

#801159 Nov 9, 2012
dr phil wrote:
<quoted text>
We have never underestimated your hatred for our president.
And since the repugs can't win even when our country is the midst of the worst economic collapse in history I think it's your party that already is history.
Dr. Phil Atio, shouldn't you be working down on Stoney island Avenue about now? Don't forget your knee pads.

Since: Dec 08

Location hidden

#801160 Nov 9, 2012
Down the dark ladder...

"Cold Blue Steel out of money
One eye for the beat police
Sweet Fire calling
"You can't deny me
Now you know what you need"
Underneath the jungle gym
Hollow-grey-fire-escape-thief
Looking for Sweet Fire
Shadow of Lady Release
"Come with me
I know the way" she says
"It's down, down, down the dark ladder
Do you want to contact somebody first
Leave someone a letter
You can come now
Or you can come later"

A wristwatch, a ring, a downstairs screamer
Edgy-black cracks of the sky
"Pin-cushion-prick-
Fix this poor bad dreamer!"
"Money" cold shadows reply
Pawnshops crisscrossed and padlocked
Corridors spit on prayers and pleas
Sparks fly up from Sweet Fire
Black soot of Lady Release
"Come with me
I know the way" she says
"It's down, down, down the dark ladder
Do you want to contact somebody first
Does it really matter
If you come now
Or if you come on later?"

Red water in the bathroom sink
Fever and the scum brown bowl
Blue Steel still begging
But it's indistinct
Someone's Hi-Fi drumming Jelly Roll
Concrete concentration camp
Bashing in veins for peace
Cold Blue Steel and Sweet Fire
Fall into Lady Release
"Come with me I know the way" she says
"It's down, down, down the dark ladder
Do you want to contact somebody first
I mean what does it really matter
You're going to come now
Or you're going to come later"
THE DEBIL

Switzerland

#801161 Nov 9, 2012
killtaker wrote:
<quoted text>
How much pot have you smoked tonight?
YOU MUST ADMIT, HOWEVER, THAT I WRITE VERY WELL FOR A MAN UNFAMILIAR WITH THE WAYS OF LITTLE WOMEN...
THE DEBIL

Switzerland

#801162 Nov 9, 2012
At teatime they compared notes, and all agreed that it had been a delightful, though unusually long day. Meg, who went shopping in the afternoon and got a `sweet blue muslin, had discovered, after she had cut the breadths off, that it wouldn't wash, which mishap made her slightly cross. Jo had burned the skin off her nose boating, and got a raging headache by reading too long. Beth was worried by the confusion of her closet and the difficulty of learning three or four songs at once, and Amy deeply regretted the damage done her frock, for Katy Brown's party was to be the next day and now like Flora McFlimsey, she had `nothing to wear'. But these were mere trifles, and they assured their mother that the experiment was working finely. She smiled, said nothing, and with Hannah's help did their neglected work, keeping home pleasant and the domestic machinery running smoothly. It was astonishing what a peculiar and uncomfortable state of things was produced by the `resting and reveling' process. The days kept getting longer and longer, the weather was unusually variable and so were tempers, and unsettled feeling possessed everyone, and Satan found plenty of mischief for the idle hands to do. As the height of luxury, Meg put out some of her sewing, and then found time hang so heavily that she fell to snipping and spoiling her clothes in her attempts to furbish them up a`la Moffat. Jo read till her eyes gave out and she was sick of books, got so fidgety that even good-natured Laurie had a quarrel with her, and so reduced in spirits that she desperately wished she had gone with Aunt March. Beth got on pretty well, for she was constantly forgetting that it was to be all play and no work, and fell back into her old ways now and then. But something in the air affected her, and more than once her tranquility was much disturbed, so much so that on one occasion she actually shook poor dear Joanna and told her she was a fright'. Amy fared worst of all, for her resources were small, and when her sisters left her to amuse herself, she soon found that accomplished and important little self a great burden. She didn't like dolls, fairy tales were childish, and one couldn't draw all the time. Tea parties didn't amount to much neither did picnics unless very well conducted. "If one could have a fine house, full of nice girls, or go traveling, the summer would be delightful, but to stay at home with three selfish sisters and a grown-up boy was enough to try the patience of a Boaz," complained Miss Malaprop, after several days devoted to pleasure, fretting, and ennui.

No one would own that they were tired of the experiment, but by Friday night each acknowledged to herself that she was glad the week was nearly done. Hoping to impress the lesson more deeply, Mrs. March, who had a good deal of humor, resolved to finish off the trial in an appropriate manner, so she gave Hannah a holiday and let the girls enjoy the full effect of the play system.

When they got up on Saturday morning, there was no fire in the kitchen, no breakfast in the dining room, and no mother anywhere to be seen.

"Mercy on us! What has happened?" cried Jo, staring about her in dismay.

“life under BO”

Since: Sep 12

buena vista

#801163 Nov 9, 2012
GOPidiotsx wrote:
<quoted text>
Well, he's smarter than Mitt Romney...I offer up 303 electoral to Mittens' 202 as proof.
Then you'll admit Reagan was smarter than any of them? Fiscal cliff looming, what is Obama doing? Overseas trip. He couldn't lead a litter detail.
THE DEBIL

Switzerland

#801164 Nov 9, 2012
JUST THINK, A FEW LITTLE ADJUSTMENTS TO THE CONSTITUTION AND THINGS CAN JOLLY WELL BE BACK THE WAY THEY WERE! EH, WHAT?

Since: Dec 08

Location hidden

#801165 Nov 9, 2012
THE DEBIL wrote:
rejoicing that she had no dishes to wash. Amy arranged her bower, put on her best white frock, smoothed her curls, and sat down to draw under the honeysuckle, hoping someone would see and inquire who the young artist was. As no one appeared but an inquisitive daddy-longlegs, who examined her work with interest, she went to walk, got caught in a shower, and came home dripping.
How much cocaine did you snort tonight?

“I'm here with bells on.”

Since: Jul 12

Location hidden

#801166 Nov 9, 2012
THE DEBIL wrote:
"I want my daughters to be beautiful, accomplished, and good. To be admired, loved, and respected. To have a happy youth, to be well and wisely married, and to lead useful, pleasant lives, with as little care and sorrow to try them as God sees fit to send. To be loved and chosen by a good man is the best and sweetest thing which can happen to a woman, and I sincerely hope my girls may know this beautiful experience. It is natural to think of it, Meg, right to hope and wait for it, and wise to prepare for it, so that when the happy time comes, you may feel ready for the duties and worthy of the joy. My dear girls, I am ambitious for you, but not to have you make a dash in the world, marry rich men merely because they are rich, or have splendid houses, which are not homes because love is wanting. Money is a needful and precious thing, and when well used, a noble thing, but I never want you to think it is the first or only prize to strive for. I'd rather see you poor men's wives, if you were happy, beloved, contented, than queens on thrones, without self-respect and peace."
"Poor girls don't stand any chance, Belle says, unless they put themselves forward," sighed Meg.
"Then we'll be old maids," said Jo stoutly.
"Right, Jo. Better be happy old maids than unhappy wives, or unmaidenly girls, running about to find husbands," said Mrs. March decidedly. "Don't be troubled, Meg, poverty seldom daunts a sincere lover. Some of the best and most honored women I know were poor girls, but so love-worthy that they were not allowed to be old maids. Leave these things to time. Make this home happy, so that you may be fit for homes of your own, if they are offered you, and contented here if they are not. One thing remember, my girls. Mother is always ready to be your confidante, Father to be your friend, and both of hope and trust that our daughters, whether married or single, will be the pride and comfort of out lives."
You MUST be of 'the debil' or you would not know man or woman so well.

The Divine does not distinguish between 'good' or 'bad','right' or 'wrong' or 'dark' and 'light'. It chooses between 'works' and 'does not work' and proceeds accordingly.

'DO IT, DO IT, DO IT, TIL YOU'RE SATISFIED." -BT Express
"Do, or not do. There is no 'try'." -Master Yoda
JMO
THE DEBIL

Switzerland

#801167 Nov 9, 2012
Meg ran upstairs and soon came back again, looking relieved but rather bewildered, and a little ashamed.

"Mother isn't sick, only very tired, and she says she is going to stay quietly in her room all day and let us do the best we can. It's a very queer thing for her to do, she doesn't act a bit like herself. But she says it has been a hard week for her, so we mustn't grumble but take care of ourselves."

"That's easy enough, and I like the idea, I'm aching for something to do, that is, some new amusement, you know," added Jo quickly.

In fact it was an immense relief to them all to have a little work, and they took hold with a will, but soon realized the truth of Hannah's saying, "Housekeeping ain't no joke." There was plenty of food in the larder, and while Beth and Amy set the table, Meg and Jo got breakfast, wondering as they did why servants ever talked about hard work.

"I shall take some up to Mother, though she said we were not to think of her, for she'd take care of herself," said Meg, who presided and felt quite matronly behind the teapot.

So a tray was fitted out before anyone began, and taken up with the cook's compliments. The boiled tea was very bitter, the omelet scorched, and the biscuits speckled with saleratus, but Mrs. March received her repast with thanks and laughed heartily over it after Jo was gone.

"Poor little souls, they will have a hard time, I'm afraid, but they won't suffer, and it will do them good," she said, producing the more palatable viands with which she had provided herself, and disposing of the bad breakfast, so that their feelings might not be hurt, a motherly little deception for which they were grateful.

Many were the complaints below, and great the chagrin of the head cook at her failures. "Never mind, I'll get the dinner and be servant, you be mistress, keep your hands nice, see company, and give orders," said Jo, who knew still less than Meg, about culinary affairs.

This obliging offer was gladly accepted, and Margaret retired to the parlor, which she hastily put in order by whisking the litter under the sofa and shutting the blinds to save the trouble of dusting. Jo, with perfect faith in her own powers and a friendly desire to make up the quarrel, immediately put a note in the office, inviting Laurie to dinner.

"You'd better see what you have got before you think of having company," said Meg, when informed of the hospitable but rash act.

"Oh, there's corned beef and plenty of potatoes, and I shall get some asparagus and a lobster,`for a relish', as Hannah says. We'll have lettuce and make a salad. I don't know how, but the book tells. I'll have blancmange and strawberries for dessert, and coffee too, if you want to be elegant."

"Don't try too many messes, Jo, for you can't make anything but gingerbread and molasses candy fit to eat. I wash my hands of the dinner party, and since you have asked Laurie on your own responsibility, you may just take care of him."

“life under BO”

Since: Sep 12

buena vista

#801168 Nov 9, 2012
OldRaider wrote:
Wow listen to all the Chicken Littles wailing that the sky is falling. Republicans have become the party of fear:
Wealthy may be taxed out of ability to provide jobs for helpless middle class
Health insurance for the poor may destroy their lives
Losing their guns
Illegals
Muslims
Blacks
Socialism (all isms)
Education
Liberals
Science
Terrorists
Media
The president
Atheists
The poor
Arabs
Unions
The only ones they can trust are FOX News and Rush Limbaugh.
How sad they don't realize they are being manipulated.
Get a grip.
$5 trillion in new debt, I heard that on Fox, is it a lie?
THE DEBIL

Switzerland

#801169 Nov 9, 2012
HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN PREVENTED FROM TALKING BY A MAN
THE DEBIL

Switzerland

#801170 Nov 9, 2012
"I don't want you to do anything but be civil to him and help to the pudding. You'll give me your advice if I get in a muddle, won't you?" asked Jo, rather hurt.

"Yes, but I don't know much, except about bread and a few trifles. You had better ask Mother's leave before you order anything," returned Meg prudently.

"Of course I shall. I'm not a fool." And Jo went off in a huff at the doubts expressed of her powers.

"Get what you like, and don't disturb me. I'm going out to dinner and can't worry about things at home," said Mrs. March, when Jo spoke to her. "I never enjoyed housekeeping, and I'm going to take a vacation today, and read, write, go visiting, and amuse myself."

The unusual spectacle of her busy mother rocking comfortably and reading early in the morning made Jo feel as if some unnatural phenomenon had occurred, for an eclipse, an earthquake, or a volcanic eruption would hardly have seemed stranger.

"Everything is out of sorts, somehow," she said to herself, going downstairs. "There's Beth crying, that's a sure sign that something is wrong in this family. If Amy is bothering, I'll shake her."

Feeling very much out of sorts herself, Jo hurried into the parlor to find Beth sobbing over Pip, the canary, who lay dead in the cage with his little claws pathetically extended, as if imploring the food for want of which he had died.

"It's all my fault, I forgot him, there isn't a seed or a drop left. Oh, Pip! Oh, Pip! How could I be so cruel to you?" cried Beth, taking the poor thing in her hands and trying to restore him.

Jo peeped into his half-open eye, felt his little heart, and finding him stiff and cold, shook her head, and offered her domino box for a coffin.

"Put him in the oven, and maybe his will get warm and revive," said Amy hopefully.

"He's been starved, and he shan't be baked now he's dead. I'll make him a shroud, and he shall be buried in the garden, and I'll never have another bird, never, my Pip! For I am too bad to own one," murmured Beth, sitting on the floor with her pet folded in her hands.

"The funeral shall be this afternoon, and we will all go. Now, don't cry, Bethy. It's a pity, but nothing goes right this week, and Pip has had the worst of the experiment. Make the shroud, and lay him in my box, and after the dinner party, we'll have a nice little funeral," said Jo, beginning to feel as if she had undertaken a good deal.

Leaving the others to console Beth, she departed to the kitchen, which was in a most discouraging state of confusion. Putting on a big apron, she fell to work and got the dishes piled up ready for washing, when she discovered that the fire was out.

"Here's a sweet prospect!" muttered Jo, slamming the stove door open, and poking vigorously among the cinders.

Having rekindled the fire, she thought she would go to market while the water heated. The walk revived her spirits, and flattering herself that she had made good bargains, she trudged home again, after buying a very young lobster, some very old asparagus, and two boxes of acid strawberries. By the time she got cleared up, the dinner arrived and the stove was red-hot. Hannah had left a pan of bread to rise, Meg had worked it up early, set it on the hearth for a second rising, and forgotten it. Meg was entertaining Sallie Gardiner in the parlor, when the door flew open and a floury, crocky, flushed, and disheveled figure appeared, demanding tartly ...

“life under BO”

Since: Sep 12

buena vista

#801171 Nov 9, 2012
killtaker wrote:
<quoted text>
lots of losers...
"45 companies announce layoff's in the past 48 hours! This is what the people wanted! The people have spoken!"
http://twitchy.com/2012/11/08/layoff-bomb-det...
Thanks Obama, dems, welfare moochers.

Since: Dec 08

Location hidden

#801173 Nov 9, 2012
THE DEBIL wrote:
<quoted text>
CLEARLY NOT ENOUGH OR I WOULDN'T STILL BE HALLUCINATING THAT I CAN SEE YOU NAKED
Don't let me stop you from killing yourself...

“I'm here with bells on.”

Since: Jul 12

Location hidden

#801174 Nov 9, 2012
THE DEBIL wrote:
<quoted text>
THAT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY CLEVER AND DEBIL HAS DECIDED HE WOULD PROBABLY DO YOU.
Fortunately for me, that particular decision is not yours to make, son.

Get a grip.
Preferably upon yourself.

Location to be determined by you - it's called 'free will'.
Have some jelly - it's jalapeno and sour grape.
Enjoy, with my compliments.
THE DEBIL

Switzerland

#801175 Nov 9, 2012
Sister Kathryn Lust wrote:
<quoted text>You MUST be of 'the debil' or you would not know man or woman so well.
The Divine does not distinguish between 'good' or 'bad','right' or 'wrong' or 'dark' and 'light'. It chooses between 'works' and 'does not work' and proceeds accordingly.
'DO IT, DO IT, DO IT, TIL YOU'RE SATISFIED." -BT Express
"Do, or not do. There is no 'try'." -Master Yoda
JMO
DEBIL (EXASPERATED NOW) I'M NOT "OF" THE DEBIL, I'M SIMPLY THE DEBIL. WHY IS THAT SO DIFFICULT TO UNDERSTAND? OF COURSE I KNOW MEN AND WOMEN I'VE HANDLED BILLIONS OF THEM IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING LECTURING C'EST MOI ABOUT THE DIVINE???

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