Just when Barack thought it was safe to go back into the political waters, his spiritual leader and life guide, Jeremiad I.R. Wrighteous has released non-stop repeated 40 oz cans of malt whoop ass in four feverinos exemplifying the very intemperate rhetoric that Obama sat through in his pew for years and then denied.
(McCain may get away with hardness of hearing but youthful BHO better be hard in all categories).
JIR Wrighteous JR. revisited his many glorifications of every extremist since Genghis Khan through Malcolm XXX to Rev Black Muslim Jew-hater Farrakhan. Bridge-builder Obama nearly lost his dentures (who would have thought it?) in a desperate effort to disavow his minister:
"Listen, my people, who pays attention in church? How many of you, my bruthas and sistas, have snored through the Sunday BS from the pulpit until you can go home and see some football? How was I supposed to know that my pastor was preachin' such sheep shit? Didn't even three o'clock Hillary get some shut eye during black man Bill's feverish ejaculations?"
