What if the Ego Had Been on the Other Foot?

Ari L. NoonanBreaking NewsLeave a Comment

Mr. Obama

On the day after President Trump ordered his second Middle East bombing in a week, the gap between his towering resolve and former President Obama’s crawling cowardice has widened to the moon.

 

Buttressing Mr. Trump’s favorite assertion, that 98 percent of journalists purvey fake (anti-Republican) news, irresistible proof lies in the way the media treats each one.

 

 

Mr. Obama’s consistently sissified conduct went unremarked throughout his eight years in the White House. When an occasionally brave journalist pondered a criticism – about his freshest lies, scandals or policy failures, editors helpfully reminded him B. Hussein was black.

 

Mr. Trump, owner of courage and boldness that Mr. Obama should envy, is mercilessly mocked hourly by whores masquerading as journalists.

 

Bumbling B. Hussein ranks in the top tier of Washington scam artists across the past 240 years.

 

It probably can be safely estimated that liberal “journalists” have told more lies about Mr. Trump during his first 82 days than have been published about all previous presidents. The chore is easier because the Obama number is zero.

 

The farcical president’s most farcical behavior encircled the long-running fairy tale about his birthplace.

 

Instead of disclosing the site, he played a child’s game with his ever expanding crowd of critics.

 

Whoring journalists were stunningly incurious. “He was born – that is all we need to know,” they said in one huffy voice.

 

The fiendish, above-the-fray Obama hollowly chuckled when out of view.

 

 

 

Imagine if there had been a question of whether President Trump was born in another land.

 

He would have been hounded from office by his second day — for his own mental safety.

 

An incurable and remarkably lazy narcissist, B. Hussein maximally milked the fairy tale his first 27 months in office.

Once his birth certificate surfaced, B. Hussein, desperately searching for a classy statement, muffed the moment again.

 

“We do not have time for this kind of silliness,” he snarled. “We’ve got better stuff to do.”

Playing sniffy bully, his favorite role, he belched:

“Over the last two and half years, I have watched with amusement. I have been puzzled with the degree with which this thing just kept going.”

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