His Mama, White As Whipped Cream….

Try to keep your lunch down.


Barack Obama: Son Of Promise, Child of Hope is full of gems like this:

“His mama, white as whipped cream; his daddy, black as ink…”

“He was there in Chicago because he cared about these people. They were his family. People in Kenya were his family. Indonesians were his family. And no matter where he was, the world was his home. And who he was could be summed up in one word: loveable.”

Lord, help us all. Here are some more from this great reason to home-school:

When Barack wasn’t studying he liked to jog along the Hudson River. He couldn’t help but notice the river of hurt and hate and history that separated blacks and whites. Being both, he could not take sides. Don’t worry, said Hope. I will be your bridge. In time you will be the bridge for others.

Reverend Wright gets a nod, as his is the only Chicago church Obama ever attended:

When his classes came to an end, he raced to Chicago to join hands with the church, to learn new lessons: Not how to be black or white, but how to be a healer, how to change things, how to make a difference in the world.

A healer who paid his dues as a Community Organizer.

The work was grueling, with stretches of failure, and puny patches of success. Door-to-door Barack went, early mornings, late nights, pleading and preaching, coaxing strangers to march together, to make life better for everyone. He worked hard as a farmer, planting the words “Yes, we can!” like seeds in spring.

His dead father gave The One his blessing:

Before Barack chased his future, he visited his past, traveling to Kenya to find his family, his father’s bones, and his own place in the circle of Africa…Finally, Barack knelt in the soil at his father’s grave, listening to the still, small voice that spoke to his heart: Go now. Fly free. Become the man you were meant to be. Live in hope.

So, Dear Obama began his ministry of Hope.

One sun-drenched day, as his wife Michelle stood by, Barack smiled on a sea of faces from Wichita to Waikiki. He saw whites and blacks, rich and poor, Christians and Muslims and Jews; he saw the ghosts of his parents, of Gramps and Toot, of Martin Luther King, Jr. and JFK. And on that special day Barack was the bridge that held them all together. “I want to be your president,” he said. “Can we make America better? Can we work together, as one?” With a single voice the crowd called out, “Yes! We can!”


ED: This was on “Right Soup” in early September….it stunned me so thoroughly and revolted me so utterly that I could not come to terms with the enormity of the amount of insolence that resides in the obama camp.

This was at the time that whole “address to the school children” scandal erupted.


It is clearly still relevant today as it seems Mrs. obama has determined that her husband needs her assistance to regain his standing in the polls.

She seeks to ascend to political popularity by riding on the backs of the chubby children in our country.

Which means that the obama machine will be slithering under the classroom doors across America again.  This time it is more insidious in that it is being sold as “concern” for the health of the little obese kids.  It is rather the desire revisited of capturing the minds of the children of our country.  A filthy and disgusting undertaking.

When one ANNOUNCES that one is getting more politically involved, then trots out the issue of fat children as your vehicle to that end, what is really in your mind?

Childhood obesity is a medical/family concern, not a political issue.  Now it is to become one exclusively to accommodate  michelle obama.  It is a wonderful and clever way to usher in the obama propaganda without raising the hell of the last schoolroom scandal.

I found these reviews and LAUGHED so very hard!!

35 of 46 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars Funniest book I’ve read in a long time., January 13, 2009 BY: [redacted]

I’m giving this 5 stars simply because this is the most hilarious laugh out loud book I have read in a very long time. First you must realize that this is a work of pure science fiction once you understand that then you are good to go. Its a simple story of a young boy whose midichlorian count is astronomically high, he was conceived immaculately from super beings one named Hope (no relation to Bob) and another named Promise (no relations to the stripper, although I heard Promise is smoking hot). Now the story starts off with random mother and son who are staring at a box. Obama magically appears within the box, he is able to manipulate time and space since he has an operating thetan level of XIII, one less then John Travolta, and two less then Tom Cruise. Obama begins to entice the little boy with candy and a magical adventure to yesterdayland begins as we follow the boy as he follows Obama growing up to be the chosen one to defend Earth from the offspring of Xenu & Satan, a little girl named Sarah.

My favorite part of this magical ponyrific story is when Obama is seen taking orders from a hallucination of a dead man, and the little boy upon seeing this states that he misses his daddy, whom i presumed is either dead or more likely in another state with another woman. It was heartfelt and heartwarming and made my heart beat with its life affirmingness.

I recommend this book to all Scientologist, people who believe Jedi’s are real and or has listed Jedi as their religion on a Census report, little children who believe that Santa died for their sins and brings them presents to celebrate how well they decorated their homes with bright flashing lights, and to anyone who voted for Obama that believe things will actually change now and that hope is all you need to feed your family.AND Another:

42 of 49 people found the following review helpful:
3.0 out of 5 stars A little much, even for a fervent Obama fan, November 22, 2008 BY:[redacted]

I took a look at this book at my local bookstore a few days before November 4, and at that time I giggled at the very bright, technicolor pictures of the book. I also winced a little at the dangerously-close-to-hubris conceit of writing such a book before the election results were known. How could you tell a complete story about a historical figure unless you knew what the ending was? At the time, though, I thought this was a harmless book, and was still giddy (and terrified) at the thought of Election Day coming up.

Now, after the euphoria has subsided a bit, I took a second look at this book.

I didn’t laugh at it much this time around. I still winced when I read it, and not in a good way.

Some good things about the book: The final pictures were practically prescient (it almost matched the Obamas’ election night picture, with the Obama parents walking out with Sasha and Malia by their sides); it was interesting to see the beginning illustrations and interpretations of Obama’s childhood pictures, and the rest of the book telegraphed the giddy hope of Big Expectations that many, many people felt that night.

However, I thought the asides from the mother and her child were a little distracting, a “forced” questioning innocence from the child and an almost condescending tone from the mother. Most distracting, as noted by other reviewers, was the “Lion King/Messiah/Star Wars/Chosen One” kind of vibe given to Obama throughout the narrative. This was the dangerously-close-to-conceit part of the book that made me wince. While it’s good to teach children to respect the President of the United States, this book fairly jumps across the line from respect to breathless worship.

President-Elect Barack Obama is an ordinary man. A deeply talented speaker, brilliant thinker and professor (Harvard Law School, people!), and arguably the most disciplined politician I’ve ever seen–BUT, an ordinary man. A devoted loving husband and father, BUT an ordinary man. He’s NOT “The One/Golden Child/Messiah/Moses Of The 21st Century”, and it’s dangerous to put him on that pedestal.

Having said all that, when I read this book as expressive poetry instead of literal historic narrative, the technicolor visual and literary flourishes were easier to take. (Though I fervently wish they picked a different picture for the front cover!) If you don’t mind the hyperbole–or if you’re an “Obama Otaku” (Anime fans will know what I mean)–then the in-your-face nature of the narrative in this book won’t phase you at all. In fact, reading this book with any less attitude than TOTAL WORSHIP AND EUPHORIA (caps meant) will probably make you nauseous. Otherwise, if you’re looking for a more sober historical book for your child, I would steer clear of this one.


~ by ladysforest on January 11, 2010.

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