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Quote of the Day || May 15, 2013

“What the IRS did is an outrage! Show outrage. Oh, wait a second, I’m not supposed to read that.”

– Barack Obama

A note from our attorneys: This is not a real quote

15 Responses to Quote of the Day || May 15, 2013

    • Article states that his half brother has a checkered past. The only thing that would complement that would be Obama living in “stripes” although Sheriff Joe and his Maricopa ‘pink’ would be just as suitable..

    • I read about the IRS speeding up an Obama relative and I thought it was something the drunk Uncle from Boston was doing. My head began to hurt, usually the sign of an exploding cranium but then I read your post. Thank you for this timely clarification, Grace!

    • He has never faced any adversity or opposition in all his life. Literally everything has been handed to him: college degrees, Harvard Law Review, U of Chicago ‘professorship’, the Nobel Prize, the Presidency of the United States. Nothing earned on his own. But as much as I loathe him, I don’t think I want to watch. I’m squeamish. (BTW, I will never be able to look at a photo of Eric Holder again without thinking “Meerkat!”)

    • “How will the melt-down of this narcissitic man play?” – Mandy Manners

      Well, he’s a lot like THIS guy;

      “Those who listened unwarily to that voice could seldom report the words that they heard; and if they did, they wondered, for little power remained in them. Mostly they remembered only that it was a delight to hear the voice speaking, all that it said seemed wise and reasonable, and desire awoke in them by swift agreement to seem wise themselves. When others spoke they seemed harsh and uncouth by contrast; and if they gainsaid the voice, anger was kindled in the hearts of those under the spell. For some the spell lasted only while the voice spoke to them, and when it spake to another they smiled, as men do who see through a juggler’s trick while others gape at it. For many the sound of the voice alone was enough to hold them enthralled; but for those whom it conquered the spell endured when they were far away, and ever they heard that soft voice whispering and urging them. But none were unmoved; none rejected its pleas and its commands without an effort of mind and will, so long as its master had control of it.
      The Two Towers: “The Voice of Saruman,” p. 183″

      So, he’ll probably go, but do as much destruction as he can out of REVENGE! and spite;

      “”Saruman laughed again. ‘[…] One ill turn deserves another. It would have been a sharper lesson, if only you had given me a little more time and more Men. Still I have already done much that you will find hard to mend or undo in your lives. And it will be pleasant to think of that and set it against my injuries.’
      ‘Well, if that is what you find pleasure in,’ said Frodo, ‘I pity you. It will be a pleasure of memory only, I fear. Go at once and never return!’
      […] The hobbits recoiled. But Frodo said: ‘Do not believe him! He has lost all power, save his voice that can still daunt you and deceive you, if you let it. But I will not have him slain. It is useless to meet revenge with revenge: it will heal nothing. […] And in any case I do not wish him to be slain in this evil mood. He was great once, of a noble kind that we should not dare to raise our hands against. He is fallen and his cure is beyond us; but I would still spare him, in the hope that he may find it.’
      Saruman rose to his feet, and stared at Frodo. There was a strange look in his eyes of mingled wonder and respect and hatred. ‘You have grown, Hafling,’ he said. ‘Yes, you have grown very much. You are wise, and cruel. You have robbed my revenge of sweetness, and now I must go hence in bitterness, in debt of your mercy. I hate it and you! Well, I go and I will trouble you no more. But do not expect me to wish you health and long life. You will have neither. But that is not my doing. I merely foretell.’ ”

      That would be our Hopey.

  1. I can´t stop thinking about the S:t Louis journalist who dared ask Barry some simple questions about his vacations. What followed was so blatant, so uncivilized, something that happens in corrupt Third World countries. The IRS, the administrations torpedoes ( we know that now ), were unleashed on him, a message was sent to other reporters. No wonder there never were any tough questions. What would have happened if somebody asked about Barrys hidden records in a live interview ? A horsehead in the bedlinens ? An arranged car accident ?