I would estimate that 97 percent of black voters and white voters are supporting Barack (Go Sarah) Obama not mainly but only because the Vicar of Vacuity is black.
And so extremely left wing in his purposely vague “convictions.” He reminds you of studying a Rubik’s Cube from all four sides.
Even if you never have met any members of the Catty Ex-Wives Society — frankly, I have collected a few — you have tasted their vulgarity, their venom and their savage viciousness if you have watched television, listened to the radio, read newspapers or combed the internet in the past 5 days.
Boy and girl liberals all over America, which covers 95 percent of working journalists, have been seething with kelly green jealousy.
The more people Inglewood cops shoot and kill, the more evident it becomes why the Police Chief, Jacqueline Seabrooks, had so much trouble being hired away from the Santa Monica Police Dept.
After the fourth fatal shooting, by the supposed good guys, in the last four months, Chief Seabrooks made exactly the wrong move.
She is doing her best imitation of Howdy Doody after Buffalo Bob died. Raging silence.
Barack (Go Sarah) Obama just has had his pocket picked by the least likely suspect in North America, John (This Won’t Take Long, Did It?) McCain.
The nomination of Gov. Sarah Palin as Vice President on the Republican ticket permanently deprives Mr. Obama of his most appealing asset, the campaign-long claim that his race makes him unmatchably unique.
By being forced to share the I Am Different shelf with Sarah, the marketability of Mr. Obama suddenly has been drastically reduced by 50 percent.
Barack Obama’s still veiled relationship with the unrepentant 1970s terrorist Bill Ayers is the oddest narrative in the Presidential campaign. Will it yet prove fatal to the candidate?
He is reacting like a cheating husband who hears his angry wife stomping up the stairs.
On at least two occasions this week, while the rest of the country was distracted and tuned in to the Democratic convention, Mr. Obama’s operatives employed a strange form of fury that was both suspicious and extreme.
Here is an integrity test for Republicans.
After criticizing Barack (A Retread You Can Believe In) Obama for gaping shortcomings and missing parts, can you endorse a similarly vulnerable profile because she is on your side?
This is like getting used to a new wife, if you will excuse the gender specificity, a concept in which, according to Divorce Court records, I have compiled significant experience.
Once in awhile, not often, City Manager Jerry Fulwood fights back, as he did last night in Council Chambers. Good for him. Good for those of us who have observed his work the last five years, albeit not uncritically.
As Mr. Fulwood’s lone journalistic critic, I have come to appreciate his authentic smiling responses after his work has been faulted.
Amidst the near-unanimous chorus of chin-dribbling cheers that erupted — and that was just in the media — after Messiah Sr. dipped into his sticky crackerjack box and hired Messiah Jr. as his Second Banana, one crucial question remained deftly ignored.
My sweet-tongued liberal Democratic friends, in cooperation with their duty-bound acolytes at the Los Angeles Times, once again are prowling the dark corridors of phobia, thumping their skintight drums for He Who Is Without Sin.
More than my late mother, more than my father, more than any of my 4 sons, I profoundly admire the Olympian restraint routinely exercised by slightly overweight Democratic women in power who are able to control their Republican-sized tempers until it is absolutely necessary to explode.
