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Right now I am the most IMPORTANT BIRTHER IN THE WORLD. This is NOT about ME, this is about the Truth. Because I am the first Birther to break through the CRAZY BARRIER! OH BOOM! (LOL!)
Right now there is a battle for the HEARTS AND MINDS of America. On one side is us, the Birthers, and on the other side (BOO! HISS!) are the Obots. As a Birther, we don't think that President Obama is a real American, but somebody born in Kenya. Kenya is a nice place, I'm sure. I would like to visit there, but I wouldn't sure want to live there. Too many lions. (LOL!)
OBOTS, are what we like to call "Gull E. Bull." They just believe anything. When you debate them, they get very nasty and mean when you beat them. Which I do all the time. Anyway, 99% of the time what the OBOTS do is just call people crazy. So far, this has worked and people think we really are crazy.
But here is what I have discovered. WE ARE NOT CRAZY!!!! If you will read my first Internet Article, about a President Wouldn't Lie, Would He?, you will discover just how much the Presidents have been lying to us for a long time. I never knew they were such bad liars.
And the things they have been lying about are a WHOLE LOT BIGGER than just a little teeny, weeny Birth Certificate. So you know, we aren't CRAZY to be suspicious. Now none of this proves that President Obama is a LYING KENYAN USURPER. But what it does prove is this: That you would have to CRAZY, or a real "Gull E. Bull" not to be suspicious.
So, I am the first Birther to realize this and break through the CRAZY BARRIER. Look Out Below! I plan on making a real big SONIC BOOM!
Tee Hee! Tee Hee!
Squeeky
Girl Reporter
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I have got to go to bed now. I have a poor little orphan blue jay who will be squawking early in the morning. Maybe I will change his name to "Squawky." Then we could be Squeeky and Squawky.
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Girl Reporter
beep beep..
ReplyDelete"So, I am the first Birther to realize this and break through the CRAZY BARRIER"
yeah.. not so much.
Thank You! You're my VERY FIRST commenter! Yes, this is the foundation we have to lay for the rest of the world. To show them that it is NOT AT ALL CRAZY to be very, very suspicious about LYING PRESIDENTS. In fact, it is CRAZY, NOT to be suspicious. That should be our first step!
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Hate to break it to you Jenny, Lame Cherry and Dr. Orly shattered the crazy barrier long before you ever did.
ReplyDeleteVocê é uma mulher gato louco!
ReplyDeletePedro
Question here. What is a birther and what is a Obot? Who is the most important of the two?
ReplyDeleteI once drove to the lake and had a baby in the back of my car. Does that make me a birther?
Peaches
To Peaches:
ReplyDeleteOKAY, now I know you are just a OBOT! This is time number 3! But you have left yourself OPEN!
WHAT IS AN OBOT??? OH, let me see! First, a big "GULL E. Bull!" Next, somebody who thinks it is OKAY to put stupid stuff up on a serious POLITICAL subject!
This isn't about YOU OR ME! This is about the TRUTH! And the TRUTH is, a KENYAN MUSLIM USURPER is in the White House. Or maybe somebody who is not an NBC (Natural Born Citizen) although I am not sure this argument will go very far.
Third, a OBOT is somebody who just walks around LIKE A ROBOT and says what the Alpha Male President wants him or her to say. Did you even bother to read my first Internet Article? I BET NO!!!!
Read it you STUPID OBOT and get your EYES OPENED! HELLO, Earth to PEACHES!!!!!
Squeeky
Girl Reporter
I don't understand the concepts you are writing about and you attack me. It just so happens that I am and have been hospitalized for quite some time and this is my night for the computer. But don't worry, I don't bother you anymore.
ReplyDeleteGoodnight Cup Cake - that was my baby's name.
Peaches
Peaches,
ReplyDeleteI will try to explain it to you late IF YOU ARE NOT A OBOT! Right now there is a Portugeese person, Pedro, who probably found the "spinache" recipe but I am afraid he will hurt himself so I have to try to save his hand first. Then I will come back.
Thank you,
Squeeky
Girl Reporter
Dear S:
ReplyDeleteYou are a sweet child of nature. Oh, to be that little blue jay, so come the first rays of the dawning sun, I could see the face of my dear Squeeky, and know the visage on whom my devotion rests. I hold you in my heart's core.
OKAY, now I know you are teasing. Are you HST? Nobody talks likes that. Plus, I have already re-named Mobamba into "Squawky." He is getting his tail feathers and can fly.
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Girl Reporter
Dear S:
ReplyDeleteNo, I am not HST. Many months ago, you responded to me one or two times at OC Weekly.
Now here's where it get's weird. I hadn't been on OC Weekly for a very long time, and I had completely forgotten about you, and then, just three days ago, while driving late at night on a empty stretch of two-lane blacktop, you suddenly flashed into my mind. And whether you believe this or not, well, it's immaterial, I'm just telling you what happened . . . I heard you . . . I heard your voice . . . and you said something to me . . . something soft and whispered, and I about drove off the road.
Later, when I got home I tried to shrugged off that strange incident. Too much coffee? But then, the next night, I had a dream. It was a memory of my first days of college, a memory I had forgotten. You see, on the sidewalk leading to the fine arts center (where I spent most of my time) someone had spray painted "Free Squeaky Fromme" and in my dream, I recalled seeing that message and laughing, because I was sure that none of my fellow students even knew who she was. But I knew.
In the morning I put the dream out of my mind. That evening, people kept going in and out of the small apartment building I live in. A graduation party I think. I kept hearing something that bothered me . . . it was a door, squeaking. "I wish that fucking door would stop squeaking," I thought to myself. And that's when I remembered you.
Well, I had no idea how I could get in touch with you, but I googled OC Weekly and opened an article about Orly Taitz, and in the article I chanced to open, you had left a comment saying you had started a blog.
I'm not teasing you; would that I were. I'm an atheist, I don't believe in God or supernatural events, but out of the blue, like it or not, you spoke to me. I don't have an answer for why this happened.
And now, as I'm thinking about this strange series of events, I think I should just go away, because I imagine you're a bit freaked out by what I've told you. I lived in Dallas for three years . . . maybe, maybe I met you or something. I don't know. What you said to me that night in my car . . . it's burned onto my heart. I hope time, the avenger, will reduce it to meaningless scribble. If not, I'm in very sad life.
Good night and goodbye.
Well, goodbye. I think you are maybe confusing me with somebody else. I'm not that "Squeaky." I'm from Texas.
ReplyDeleteBut you should get your Bible out and start reading. I suggest the parts in red letters. That makes more sense than some of the other stuff.
Squeeky
Girl Reporter
Wow,I stumbled across this site (a total waste of space)while reading about Orly Taitz and how crazy her views are.I don't know how in the world you would call yourself a reporter when this stupid-ass blog is the only place you could publish (little blog-site,little mind).Any stupid remark you have regarding this statement is rendered moot by your big following of two.
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bburt1957@yahoo.com