Outrage. That’s the only word to describe what I’m feeling right now. As of yet, President Obama has only announced plans to temporarily reverse his historic ban on human reproductive cloning for the purpose of implanting fetuses in each of his daughters, hatching two sets of Adolf Hitler octuplets, and allowing all sixteen Hitler youths to sodomize him publicly one at a time and in groups smack dab in the middle of Wrigley Field. Everybody knows Barack Obama is a White Sox fan. And what are the female Hitlers going to do? (For God’s sake, Mr. President, don’t ban aluminum bats just yet. For the sake of the children.)

I feel ashamed, as your supporter, that you would give the appearance of one who compromises, when we all know you’re a man of principle, not to mention my own personal rock. Well, rock star. (By that, I refer to the poster of you wearing sunglasses that’s hanging downstairs on the wall of my cellar, some say dungeon, with a hole drilled where your mouth is. I’ll be damned if the Hitler youth have you all to themselves.)

Hey, at least Obama didn’t tea-bag Hugo Chavez. Then liberals might have had a problem with it. Mouth to ass, on the other hand, no big deal. Or, in the case of King Abdullah, mouth to foot.

None of this stuff means anything, according to Obama: Chavez, Abdullah, cloned Hitler children, genetically engineered Ahmadinejad-dog crossbreeds. They’re just movie stars to Obama, with shoulders like anyone else to rub his against.

Listen to the glib motherfucker:

“It’s unlikely that as a consequence of me shaking hands or having a polite conversation with Mr. Chavez that we are endangering the strategic interest of the United States.” (original article)

Note that Obama’s sarcasm emphasizes the meaningless in the act of shaking hands and polite conversation with world leaders, not that Mr. Chavez is such an inconsequential prick as to be irrelevant on the world stage.

Yes, Mr. President, any biological and microchemical processes that occur as a result of the contact of two human hands does not, in itself, pose a deadly threat to mankind. But a fucking endorsement of a dictator (or wanna-be dictator, if you prefer), communicates information about how dictators will be treated by the United States going forward.

My problem is that I’m still stuck with the notion that Obama, and America, is or should be different from these scumbags whose asses he’s kissing. But “scumbag” and “Barack Obama” go hand in hand. Sometimes, figuratively, sometimes, literally.

America really needs a Travis Bickle type with less-than-ambitious goals. Someone whose goal in life is to give this guy a wedgie. Heck, I’ll settle for a noogie.