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President Obama & the First Lady Hold Lgbt Pride Reception
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The President and First Lady Michelle Obama host a reception for LGBT Pride Month in the East Room of the White House on June 29, 2009. (public domain)
Jun 30, 2009 8:04 PM
Re: President Obama & the First Lady Hold Lgbt Pride Reception
Lying and partying.
BHO: "Yeah, it's a tough one these days to decide where to start a war. They are all so powerful now. Can't we just blame the Eskimos and nuke 'em? Speed up global warming. Und so weiter."
HC: "Bold und swift action, Barack. That'll will do it. Possibilities are endless. Don't walk the easiest of easiest paths. Be somebody! You are Barack."
Chorus up on the dais: "Barack the Teleprompter Messiah! Hallelujah! (3x)
BHO: "Of course! My dear, du bist so smart. Has anyone told you that before?"
HC: "All the time. My husband thinks so many good things come out my mouth, he doesn't want to spoil it and therefore goes elsewhere to quench his endless desires."
BHO: "I see. I only vish my CIA would not suck half the time. Hondurus! Honduras! Who gives a flying fuck about Honduras? It's Iran they should've handed to me. You know, I really do like that Butcher of Beirut. Really I do. Makes me think of 1001 Nights. You know."
HC (nodding slowly, but then her eyes light up): "Ah, look who we got there, Barack. It's das lovely Bernanke. One wouldn't think he's an eunuch, eh? Just like Greenspan. My my, doesn't he look haggard!"
BHO: "Hush, pretty one. Let us retreat to room 101 and 'ave us some fun."
HC: "Too late! Too late! Here he comes."
BB: "Hi Barack und da dear Hillary. Got lost in der black hinterlands of der Washington by night. Da place is acrawl with the roaches. Thank God for my armored limo. I don't know how else to get to work each day."
BHO: "Ach! Thank die taxpayers."
*Much laughter, especially by BHO, who always appreciates his own jokes best. The piglike snorts by RE are heard far and wide, as he dances on a table over in a corner, a clown's nose twirling on his stump. Homeland Security troops swig down another one in unison.*
BB: "So ... What are ve to do about dis Ron Paul?"
BHO (craning his long neck forward): "Listen."
HC and BB (who was once upon a time called Big Ben, but very few know why anymore) hold their breath, partly out of sheer excitement, but partly to remain conscious under wafts and wafts of alcoholic fumes. MO looks up from a dozen or so tables to the left, and smiles, shrimps being ground to pulp between her strong jaws.
BHO: "Yeah, it's a tough one these days to decide where to start a war. They are all so powerful now. Can't we just blame the Eskimos and nuke 'em? Speed up global warming. Und so weiter."
HC: "Bold und swift action, Barack. That'll will do it. Possibilities are endless. Don't walk the easiest of easiest paths. Be somebody! You are Barack."
Chorus up on the dais: "Barack the Teleprompter Messiah! Hallelujah! (3x)
BHO: "Of course! My dear, du bist so smart. Has anyone told you that before?"
HC: "All the time. My husband thinks so many good things come out my mouth, he doesn't want to spoil it and therefore goes elsewhere to quench his endless desires."
BHO: "I see. I only vish my CIA would not suck half the time. Hondurus! Honduras! Who gives a flying fuck about Honduras? It's Iran they should've handed to me. You know, I really do like that Butcher of Beirut. Really I do. Makes me think of 1001 Nights. You know."
HC (nodding slowly, but then her eyes light up): "Ah, look who we got there, Barack. It's das lovely Bernanke. One wouldn't think he's an eunuch, eh? Just like Greenspan. My my, doesn't he look haggard!"
BHO: "Hush, pretty one. Let us retreat to room 101 and 'ave us some fun."
HC: "Too late! Too late! Here he comes."
BB: "Hi Barack und da dear Hillary. Got lost in der black hinterlands of der Washington by night. Da place is acrawl with the roaches. Thank God for my armored limo. I don't know how else to get to work each day."
BHO: "Ach! Thank die taxpayers."
*Much laughter, especially by BHO, who always appreciates his own jokes best. The piglike snorts by RE are heard far and wide, as he dances on a table over in a corner, a clown's nose twirling on his stump. Homeland Security troops swig down another one in unison.*
BB: "So ... What are ve to do about dis Ron Paul?"
BHO (craning his long neck forward): "Listen."
HC and BB (who was once upon a time called Big Ben, but very few know why anymore) hold their breath, partly out of sheer excitement, but partly to remain conscious under wafts and wafts of alcoholic fumes. MO looks up from a dozen or so tables to the left, and smiles, shrimps being ground to pulp between her strong jaws.
