First, Obama's stormtroopers came for my guns and ammo, but I said nothing, because that didn't actually happen.
Then Michelle Obama's health Nazis came for my chips and my pork-rinds and my candy, but still, I said nothing, because that also too didn't happen.
Then Obama, Ben Ghazi and Liberace forced every single American to get gay-married, renounce The Bible and decorate their homes in pastel colors, and still I did nothing, because that still wasn't actually a thing.
Then Obama and his co-conspirators dug a tunnel from Patagonia to the Mexican/US border, with branch-line tunnels in every Latin American country, and smuggled 300 million illegal immigrants and ISIS operatives into America. Every one of them was given an Obama-phone, a voter-registration card and an American's jerb and still, I did nothing because I guess I'm a Commie.
And now, Obama has begun the final destruction of America by shipping all of our munnys and all of our nooks to Iran and invited the Ayatollahs to 'git some'. Best stock-up on canned goods.
Or at least that's the view of Bob Kunst of Miami:
“Obama is a black, Jew-hating, jihadist putting America and Israel and the rest of the planet in grave danger,” said Bob Kunst of Miami. Kunst—pairing a Hillary Clinton rubber mask with a blue T-shirt reading “INFIDEL”—was holding one sign that accused Obama, Hillary Clinton, and John Kerry of “Fulfilling Hitler’s Dreams” and another that queried, “DIDN’T WE LEARN ANYTHING FROM 1938?” His only reassurance was that, when Iran launches its attack on the mainland, it’ll be stopped quickly by America’s heavily armed citizenry. And Bob Kunst (he of the superfluous 's') is not alone. Other attendees at the Stop Iran rally the other day were equally, erm...vociferous? Is that the word I want? Frank Gaffney, the former Reagan administration Defense Department official who has since built a career trafficking in entertainingly grim paranoia, declared that “if Republican leaders in the Senate and House do not stop the deal—which they can—their names will be on the bombs.” Gaffney presents the same logistical conundrum as The Washington Post's Jennifer Rubin, viz: how does one keep one's hair aflame 24/7? Piped-in gas? Lighter fluid? Solar panels?Sadly for Bob and Frank and Havana Ted and the usual gaggle of nincompoops, the deal was already done.
So shouldn’t a rally of this nature have been held, say, in late July, before Obama had the votes he needed? “That would have been preferable,” said Bill from Damascus, Maryland. Never mind, Bill from Damascus, Maryland; a few months from now, as you're picking your way through the radioactive rubble of our once-great nation, your Trump 'Make America Great Again' hat pulled low over your eyes, you'll have the satisfaction of being able to say: 'I told you so!'Of course, there won't actually be anyone to say it to...except maybe Frank Gaffney and Bob Kunst of Miami, and they already knew. Where's the fun in that?
Oh, well, chin up, Bill. Nobody said the Apocalypse was going to fun.
