In all things great and small, the jugeared moron will first, last, and always be justly remembered for his core dishonesty. Except inadvertently or by mistake, has the duplicitous asswipe ever said anything that was actually, literally true?
No. No, he has not.
Obama? I’ve got nothing to add to what I’ve said these last eight years. But I’ll reprise one of my favorite details from his largely fictitious biography, from page 141 of The [Un]documented Mark Steyn:
Courtesy of David Maraniss’ new book, we now know that yet another key prop of Barack Obama’s identity is false: His Kenyan grandfather was not brutally tortured or even non-brutally detained by his British colonial masters. The composite gram’pa joins an ever-swelling cast of characters from Barack’s “memoir” who, to put it discreetly, differ somewhat in reality from their bit parts in the grand Obama narrative. The best friend at school portrayed in Obama’s autobiography as “a symbol of young blackness” was, in fact, half Japanese, and not a close friend. The white girlfriend he took to an off-Broadway play that prompted an angry post-show exchange about race never saw the play, dated Obama in an entirely different time zone, and had no such world-historically significant conversation with him. His Indonesian step-grandfather, supposedly killed by Dutch soldiers during his people’s valiant struggle against colonialism, met his actual demise when he “fell off a chair at his home while trying to hang drapes.”
But ask not for whom the drapes hang, they hang for thee: today it’s curtains for Barack Obama, and curtain up for Donald Trump.
And not a moment too soon, either. Good riddance, Barry Soetero. Don’t let the door etc. Bad rubbish you always were, and bad rubbish you will forever remain. Back to “community organizing” with ye— a useless, pointless, make-work “job” more in line with your nugatory “talents.”