Just Say No To The Iniggeration
Well, it's Iniggeration Day, and we're in for an orgy of Congoid triumphalism. It's going to be pretty hard to take--so don't take it.
Don't watch it. Don't buy a newspaper or turn on the TV. If you do, every time you see that grinning baby-shit brown face and flapping bubble lips, change the channel. Turn to an old movie station or the Weather Channel or something. I've been doing that for months and it's done wonders for my mood. I simply refuse to even look at that creature. I have to write about it, because that's my job, but I will not look at it or listen to that stupid nasal voice. Barack Hussein Obama has nothing to say, to me or to any person of my race. It is an irrelevancy.
And remember, it's always darkest before the dawn, no pun intended. As of tomorrow that thing will be in the Oval Office and it can start fucking up, and you'd better believe it's going to fuck up, big time, insofar as its Jewish handlers like Rahm Emanuel let it off its leash, at any rate.