Posts Tagged ‘golf’

Tiger Woods vs. Barack Obama

August 8, 2010

I think it is remarkable that within a week of Tiger Woods crashing his Escalade, the press found most (not all) of the women with whom Tiger has had an affair with in the last few years, with photos, text messages, recorded phone calls, etc. etc. etc. AND, they not only knew the cause of the family fight, but they even knew it was a wedge from his golf bag that his wife used to breakout the windows (and his head) in the Escalade.  Not only that, they knew which wedge! And each and every day, they gave America more updates on his sex-rehab stay, his wife’s plans for divorce, and the dates and tournaments he will play in.


OBAMA has been in office for over a year now, and this same press:

1)     still cannot find any of his childhood friends or neighbors

2)     or locate any of Obama’s college papers or grades

3)     or how he paid for a Harvard education

4)     or which country issued his visa to travel to Pakistan in the 1980’s

5)     or Barry Obama, Barry Soetoro, Barack Soetoro, Barry Dunham or even Michelle Obama’s Princeton thesis on racism

THEY JUST CAN’T SEEM TO FIND THEM!

YET THE PUBLIC STILL TRUSTS THAT SAME PRESS TO GIVE THEM THE WHOLE TRUTH!

TRULY REMARKABLE!!!

Not really, what’s amazingly remarkable is, those that believe the press, are your friends, relatives and, immediate family members. And, what’s truly remarkable is that there are those of us that haven’t, nor will ever forget their traitorous treachery.

Retarded Grandparents… (Humor)

December 11, 2009

(This was actually reported by a teacher)

After Christmas, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their holiday away from school.

One child wrote the following:

We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa.

They used to live in a big brick house but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Arizona…

Now they live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look like grass. They ride around on their bicycles and wear name tags because they don’t know who they are anymore.

They go to a building called a wreck center, but they must have got it fixed because it is all okay now, they do exercises there, but they don’t do them very well.

There is a swimming pool too, but they all jump up and down in it with hats on.

At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man sitting in it… He watches all day so nobody can escape.

Sometimes they sneak out, and go cruising in their golf carts.

Nobody there cooks, they just eat out.

And, they eat the same thing every night — early birds.

Some of the people can’t get out past the man in the doll house.

The ones who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked center for pot luck.

My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too…

When I earn my retardment, I want to be the man in the doll house.

Then I will let people out, so they can visit their grandchildren.

PRICELESS….
Forward to all your “retarded grandparent” friends


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