You're absolutely right! Surely anyone and everyone who might disagree with Obama does so purely because of racism! Surely it couldn't be completely opposite ideologies, resistance to socialism, or even spending away our children's future. No, it must be racism. After all, when Bush or Clinton was president, nobody ever disagreed with their domestic or foreign policy, because they were white. Nope its all racism, you sure called that one right. And its not like we Americans should even have a right to disagree with our dear leader anyway right? When you say "racism", you've already won the arguement right?
So this clearly makes Big Bird a racist. Who else is now imagining Big Bird in a KKK outfit with a beak sticking out? I would have thought Big Bird would have experienced his fair share of racism himself, constantly fighting that bird brain stereotype. You'd think he'd be more emphathetic with Obama. But no, sadly Big Bird is obviously racist to the core. He should be removed from Sesame Street! How dare we publicly fund this racist to indoctrinate our children! Get Big Bird off the air, who's with me?
So, b/c I believe in the individual and states rights and small central government instead of socialism, I am a racist. Why is it every time anyone disagrees with this president, they are labeled a racist? You are beginning to look like the mice that followed the pied piper to the ocean. Wake up before it's too late to save our country from those who wish to cut it up into little pieces and give every bit of it away. Even Jesus said, "the poor will always be with you." I wish that no one had to experience destitution. My parents lost their home in the depression. They owed $2,000, but my dad had no job and stood in bread lines to get food. My mother washed and ironed doctors and dentists' coats in order to get medical care for her children. My father worked in a factory until he was 72 and made a pittance. He worked at a menial, physically hard job in a foundry all day, then came home and went into his 3 acres of gardens of every kind of produce immaginable. My mother canned everything. Two weeks before she died of liver cancer, she was standing in the kitchen, canning beets. I begged her to stop and rest. She said, "Someone's got to do it!" Everyone I knew were of the same mettle. No one gave them a thing. But, I never knew poverty. My mother sewed some of my clothing from feed sacks that once held chicken feed. My dad also raised chickens, pigs, and later rabbits. This is American grit. It saddens me that our younger generation never knew that generation. God help us all.
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