In the Flesh

Barack Hussein Obama and his campaign are howling about his depiction on the cover of this week's New Yorker. While the magazine insists that it's meant to be a caricature of how the "right wing" perceives him, Sheikh Hussein is not amused.

Well, I despise right-wing fascists as much as left-wing commies, but to me it looks like that so-called caricature has Sheikh Hussein down to a T. I mean, that guy shares his middle name with a dictator and mass murderer, an accomplice and protégé of the UN.

Hussein II really doesn't seem to like America:



I'd be the last one to force anyone to salute any flag. On the contrary, I have a soft spot for people who are against all flags.

If he doesn't like what the Star Spangled Banner stands for, he's free to burn it. That's what that Flag stands for.

But if you talk the talk, you walk the walk. You want to be President, you salute the Flag. What if that guy's elected and it suddenly crosses his mind to treat the Constitution likewise?

As for his name, I don't care if he's named for his father. If he wants to be President of the US of A, he has to choose between allegiance to his father or allegiance to America.

As it stands, Hussein's campaign is as odious as that of a German-American named Adolf during WWII or that of a Russian-American named Vladimir Ilyich during the Cold War. Until Barack Hussein Obama changes his name, his campaign is nothing but a sick joke.