American Thinker: Barack Obama Is Just Like A Killer Whale In So Many Ways!

It was so obvious, it was just staring the country in the face, but it took the intermittently firing neurons of Jeannie deAngelis at American Thinker to formulate and give vent to just what everyone's been thinking:

Barack Obama is an out-of-control Monster Orca, and regrettably, now we all know it:

Pictures of Dawn Brancheau balancing triumphantly on Shamu's snout are reminiscent of Obama supporters in "joyful harmony" with the new president following the last election.

The similarities are so numerous, and so tragic: two beasts, seemingly friendly as long as they're caressed, but hiding their true agendas behind toothy smiles and false diffidence. What is their true desire? To drag us down, down, down, till we can struggle no more!

Like Brancheau stroking Tilly's nose, a sycophantic electorate massaged Obama's ego. One year later, Democrats constrained by faltering poll numbers appear "agitated." Why? Because America stopped feeding and rubbing Barry's political proboscis, and now the star of the show's belligerent, temperamental comments are manifesting more and more frequently.

Yes, it was a horrible presumption on the part of the public that a beast like Barack Obama could ever be happy in such an unnatural environment as the presidency:

captive killer whales have been known to attack handlers," which explains why Democrats, confined by the majority's criticism of liberal political ideology, produce stress reactions, causing "smart animals" like Obama to "lash out."

Truly, for the sakes not just of all of us, but for his sake, too, let us join Jeannie and all the American Thinkers to demand that Barack Obama be released back into the wild.

Free Barry! Free Barry!
He is way too much like a killer whale!

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Lady Lynn Forester de Rothschild, Thank Heaven The New Agenda Will Speak For You!

A kiss on the hand may be quite continental, but hardhats are a noblewoman-by-marriage's best friend
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Oh hell's bells, just consider this a visual supplement to Betty Cracker's wonderful post.

Just like poor old neglected Snarkopolitan, Betty Cracker's blog looked like Coney Island in January, before it was also jolted into life by a dimwitted neoMcCarthyite schlub who thought she'd be a convenient target, and easily intimidated. And once again, he was predictably wrong.

Now, the dimwitted neoMcCarthyite's chum, Elizabeth Cady Siskind, Voice of All Women Mostly,
is holding a "tribute" to noted Fox populist Lady Lynn Deforester, who deplores elitism unless it's a decrepit acquired-by-marriage title accompanied by an ancient pile in the very best part of London. This would be only half as laughable as it is if it weren't that Lady Lynne holds onto her tatty honorific even as Charlton Heston held onto his last gun, all the while condemning the President, who grew up fatherless and only recently finished paying off his college loans, as an elitist.

But as Betty points out, the New Agenda's pose as "Voice For All Women," is certainly belied by the behavior of its one-and-only visible representative, a woman who is not averse to a few dirty tricks,

Here's a Siskind quote Betty pulled out, which I have decorated to lighten the burden of realizing that women as puerile, snide, and just plain childish as Amy Siskind could have a rolodex full of lazy producers who accept them on short notice as viable mouthpieces for women's rights, and living rooms large enough to hold a half-dozen "prominent" dilettentes whose pretentions are enough to impress fools into parting with their money.

Behold Amy at work, answering an unfortunate who made the mistake of asking an honest question:




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Hillbuzz: Rrraaaacist Or Not? YOU Be The Judge!!!

Oprah & Tiger, brought together by Pisscylla Herself!


Harvey Bilk, Lord of the Flies at Shillbuzz, certainly is preoccupied with the posteriors of black women! As someone who does what he does to what's left of his crowning glory voluntarily, you would think he'd know when to leave other people's physical characteristics alone! But no essay on Oprah's butt would be complete without talking about Tiger Woods...for some reason. At least not at "freelance events-coordinator" Harvey's One Stop All-You-Can-Hate Shack. I suppose the Daily Hate does count as an event, of sorts.

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Hey, Harvey Bilk! Is It Too Late To Get In On the Hillbuzz Photoshop Challenge?

Especially fascinating how you, a gay man who incessantly moans about the horrible times you have had dealing with homophobes, love to slam the president for "effeminacy." But now that you're getting traffic from all those new right-wing friends you've made, got to keep them happy somehow, and what better way than to make them feel at home with a little homophobia?

But, after all, you are running another fundraiser. I suppose "freelance events planners" can't be choosers.

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It's Called A Search Engine, Sugar Cube; Hillbuzz Lets Fly At Michelle Obama

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Perennially stuck doorbell of intolerance Harvey Bilk of Shillbuzz thinks Michelle Obama is no Jackie Kennedy! Well, we think * Harvey Bilk is no Lloyd Bentsen, either. Though he may be a Bentson, though that is a matter upon which we prefer not to speculate.

Posted without links, begging your pardon. Ever since Shillbuzz shocked poor old neglected Snarkopolitan from a ten-month coma into painful hyper-vigilance, I, I mean, "we," have been averse to linking to the easily-located drive-up window of deep-fried foolishness at Harvey's One-Stop All You Can Hate Shack.

Nevertheless, Snarkopolitan is, thanks to the signal service of Harvey Bilk, awake. And not particularly pleased with him or his little coterie of garbled armchair Marples. So Snarkopolitan will from time to time pop in to Shillbuzz's little enterprise, though don't expect me, I mean us, to keep up with all the nonsense, the vapidity, and the smearing. I am only one person.

*and by "we," I mean "I," but if Harvey insists on using the plural, I may as well avail myself of it as well. Though isn't it eerie that all the writing on Shillbuzz is in the same reedy, nasal, querulous drone?

Maybe He Had Tickets To Billy Elliot

We've yet to hear from God's Mouthpiece Pat Robertson on just why He (that is, God) decided to spare the Big Apple while coming down so hard on Washington and points west, which are actually going to be smacked again. Look, God, it was funny the first time (well, actually, it wasn't). But now it's just getting stale.

Cross-posted at Rumproast, America's Meatiest Blog.

Hand Jive With Sarah Palin

Pardon me for enjoying this all a little too much. But since Sarah Palin couldn't manage pre-screened, canned questions from the friendliest audience since Edger Bergen was in vaudeville, without studying whatever was written on her palm, I am declaring that from now on, hands shall be known as "Wingnut Teleprompters."

Palinophiles should just be grateful; I could have titled this post something else.

(h/t jeffinfremont)

~~UPDATE UPDATE~~

Hand jive with Sarah Palin, the video:



~~SECOND UPDATE * SECOND UPDATE~~EXCLUSIVE FROM THE SNARKONEWSROOM

Citing "just being sick and tired of dealing with Mo--you're not recording this, are you?", an anonymous source within the Palin campaign slipped us this photo from the Opryland greenroom of what was on Sarah's hand BEFORE she wiped some of it off!







X-posted at Rumproast, America's Meatiest Blog.