McCain/Palin: Barry O'Bama Channels Tommy Makem to Snare the Paddy Vote!

‘ Can You HEAR ME ALL THE WAY UP THERE??? No? Well, then how the Hell do know what I'm Asking? Great Roaring Ugly Crowd of you here, God Bless All!

My Name is Barry O’Bama* - one sec . . . let me tune this banjo to C -tuning for the frailin’ . . . there now!

I need the vote of every Man -Jack of You . . . and the Missus, so. . . Did you think I’d be forgettin’ the Ladies is it? My wife Mickey and two girls’d have my tripes for boilin’ On with IT Now! If Know this One! . . . And Roar It Out . . .!

I was born about ten thousand years ago
In Bellmullet in the County of Mayo
It was me that chased the vermin, while St. Patrick preached the sermon
And I’ll whoop the man that says it isn’t so

Now, Here's the Chorus! Roar out and kick the shins of them's not Singin'!!!

Singing rightful too-ra-laddie too-ra-lee
There is no one who can tell a lie like me
You can search until you tire, you won’t find a bigger liar
I’ve been lying since the dawn of history

I saw Eve go pickin’ apples off a tree
She came over and she offered one to me
I turned and said, “Dear madam, go try your luck with Adam
I’m going home to have some fish and chips and tea.”

I saw Delilah cuttin’ Samson’s hair
She snipped away until his head was bare
When he couldn’t run away, she married him next day
And they opened a barber shop in Clare

With King Billy at the Boyne I heard them call
On his followers to follow till they fall
Then he said, “We’ll win quite easy, and we’ll canonize, young Paisley.”
Then he up and sang a verse of Derry’s Walls

It was Election 2008 I met them all
There was Ayers, Wright, Pfleger at De Paul
Then one day I nearly fainted, I was having my house painted
There was Palin hanging paper in the hall

Right ! Good on You! See you all in the booth . . .crowded it will be . . .on the Feast of St. Charles Borromeo - That’s Election Day to you chislers from Edison Park! Off with you then! Drive Carefully!’


'This is Dave Axelrod - Thanks Everyone! Lotta Truth in that song! Join us next week here at Camp Obama for 'Songs of My Father's Kibbutz' with Baruch Obama ben Barack.'


* http://www.rte.ie/news/2007/0315/obamab.html
US Presidential hopeful Barack Obama can now count himself as one of the millions of Americans with Irish heritage.

Research by the genealogy website ancestry.co.uk reveals that Mr Obama's great great great grandfather was born in Ireland, although it is not yet known where.

Falmouth Kearney sailed from Ireland to New York in 1850 at the age of 19 on the S.S. Marmion arriving on the 20th of March.

AdvertisementHe initially settled in Ohio, got married, had eight children, and later moved to Indiana, right next door to the state Obama currently represents in the US Senate.

Mr Keaney was part of the great American migration to escape the 1840s potato famine in Ireland.

Mr Obama's father was from Kenya, while his mother grew up in Kansas.


'A great deal has been made of Obama's Kenyan roots, however his European ancestry has until now been overlooked', said Ancestry.co.uk Managing Director Simon Harper.

If Mr Obama gets elected, he would be the first multiracial US president in history - and join a long list of those with Irish ancestry including Bill Clinton, Ronald Reagan, and of course, John F. Kennedy.

Ronald Reagan's great-grandfather, Michael O'Reagan, was born in Ireland in the 1820s. John F Kennedy's great-grandfather Patrick Kennedy came from Dunganstown, Co Wexford, while Bill Clinton's maternal ancestors are said to have come from Co Fermanagh.

McCain/Palin: Obama V - We Few. . .We Happy Few . . Now, That's Elite! Again Court Speech on November 4th! I Lose; WE Sue!

Howard Dean. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day, because we have tanked in the polls since Columbus Day!

Barack Obama V. What's he that wishes so?
My Chairman Dean? No, my fair Chairman;
If we are mark'd to try, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour - we just file with the ACLU and go WIG on the Tube!
MSNBCs will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Rove, I am not covetous for gold - we got millions!
Nor care I . . ' let me be clear . . . Um, who doth feed upon my ACORN;
It yearns me not if men my SEIU did not register;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires - that's the pitch.
But if it be a sin to covet honour, Where's the Teleprompter?
I am the most offending soul alive - Man I want this Gig!
No, faith, my Chair, wish not a man from England er, Germany.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an election
Because we have tossed the Race Card and Michigan is in play
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Howard Dean, through my host Barbra Steisand,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of St. Charles Borromeo* ( November 4th) by all them racist Catholics.
He/she/it that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Borromeo.
He/she that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Charles Borromeo.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Election day - a hanging chad got me.'
Old men forget; Joe? Joe Biden! Get over here, You are not Sick and No Hillary is not taking your place! yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages ( he made some great contacts and Blackberry swag,
What feets he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Barack the Hope, Biden and Wexler,
Olbermann and Maddow, Wright and Ayers-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good gender non-specfic will teach their adopted son;
And Barack Borromeo shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we elite;
For he to-day that votes with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so white,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed because there is that six hour time difference
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That vote for me Saint Charles Borromeo's day.
Cry Present and Let Slip the Dogs of Woe!


*November 4

St. Charles Borromeo

(1538-1584)



The name of St. Charles Borromeo is associated with reform. He lived during the time of the Protestant Reformation, and had a hand in the reform of the whole Church during the final years of the Council of Trent.
Although he belonged to a noble Milanese family and was related to the powerful Medici family, he desired to devote himself to the Church. When his uncle, Cardinal de Medici, was elected pope in 1559 as Pius IV, he made Charles cardinal-deacon and administrator of the Archdiocese of Milan while he was still a layman and a young student. Because of his intellectual qualities he was entrusted with several important offices connected with the Vatican and later appointed secretary of state with full charge of the administration of the papal states. The untimely death of his elder brother brought Charles to a definite decision to be ordained a priest, despite relatives’ insistence that he marry. He was ordained a priest at the age of 25, and soon afterward he was consecrated bishop of Milan.

Because of his work at the Council of Trent he was not allowed to take up residence in Milan until the Council was over. Charles had encouraged the pope to renew the Council in 1562 after it had been suspended 10 years before. Working behind the scenes, St. Charles deserves the credit for keeping the Council in session when at several points it was on the verge of breaking up. He took upon himself the task of the entire correspondence during the final phase.

Eventually Charles was allowed to devote his time to the Archdiocese of Milan, where the religious and moral picture was far from bright. The reform needed in every phase of Catholic life among both clergy and laity was initiated at the provincial council of all his suffragan bishops. Specific regulations were drawn up for bishops and other clergy: If the people were to be converted to a better life, these had to be the first to give a good example and renew their apostolic spirit.

Charles took the initiative in giving good example. He allotted most of his income to charity, forbade himself all luxury and imposed severe penances upon himself. He sacrificed wealth, high honors, esteem and influence to become poor. During the plague and famine of 1576 he tried to feed 60,000 to 70,000 people daily. To do this he borrowed large sums of money that required years to repay. When the civil authorities fled at the height of the plague, he stayed in the city, where he ministered to the sick and the dying, helping those in want.

Work and the heavy burdens of his high office began to affect his health. He died at the age of 46.

Comment:

St. Charles made his own the words of Christ: "...I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, a stranger and you welcomed me, naked and you clothed me, ill and you cared for me, in prison and you visited me" (Matthew 25:35-36). Charles saw Christ in his neighbor and knew that charity done for the least of his flock was charity done for Christ.

Quote:
"Christ summons the Church, as she goes her pilgrim way, to that continual reformation of which she always has need, insofar as she is an institution of men here on earth. Consequently, if, in various times and circumstances, there have been deficiencies in moral conduct or in Church discipline, or even in the way that Church teaching has been formulated—to be carefully distinguished from the deposit of faith itself—these should be set right at the opportune moment and in the proper way" (Decree on Ecumenism, 6, Austin Flannery translation).

McCain/Palin: Trump the Race Card - Jesus was a Cajun!

Got this from Bull Dog Pundit at Ankle Biting Pundits. The Race Card is Flashed!

To avoid the Mary Mitchells and Hermene Hartman and Donna Brazile and Governor Dave Patersons (D. NY' Paterson sees the repeated use of the words "community organizer" as Republican code for "black". Uh-huh.) of America who might turn Obama's Race Cards before they're needed. Too early to play the Race Card. Wait until just before Halloween! Really get the Kids Scared!

Allow me to trump the Race Card with a theological turn on Rev. James Cones' Black Liberation Theology that he plagiarized from South American Catholic Lberation Theology. This trick is called Cajun Liberation Theology which has a much creedance as the arguement that Jesus is Black. He's Ragin Cajun! 'EYE -EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Suck da Heads off Dat Crawdad!'



Jesus was a Cajun! Jesus was a Ragin’ Cajun! ( Missa Solmenis - Charlie Daniels and the CDB)

From a town in Louisiana on the wrong side of the tracks,
came a rowdy Ragin Cajun by the name of Jeezah Criy,
He was harder than a hickory long and thinner than a rail,
He was faster than a Copperhead and he werent afraid of hell,
He turned 18 in the Parish courthouse facin 10 to life,
about some altercation in a beer joint with a knife,
He said judge I mean your honor I hope you’ll understand,
but if it happened here today I think I’d do it all again,
cause you don’t get up in my face, you don’t call my mama names,
you don’t whistle in my kitchen, you dont pull my big dogs chain,
I don’t mean no disrespect but I been stubborn, all my life

He’d been two years in prison when his cousin Jay came down,
said his sister was in trouble in some far off Northern town,
He broke out of jail that night and left a note behind,
I’ll see ya’ll in a week or so, till then I’m hard to find,
He found her in a tavern up in westside Buffalo,
Gave her a one way ticket home and pushed her out the door,
Said I’m lookin for the man who done my little sister harm,
he’s a soul destroying punk that stuck a needle in her arm,
and some pimp back in the corner, started makin himself small,
but he grabbed him by the collar and he pushed him to the wall,
He said you try to run away, you gone regret it, all your life,

The Cajun started laughin when the pimp pulled out a knife,
He said I oughtta kill ya, but I’m gonna spare your life,
With one sledgehammer fist he knocked him sprawlin on the floor,
and then he kicked him in his forked end, and he headed for the door,
He walked on down the sidewalk and hit the Southern trail,
He went back to Louisiana and he walked into the jail,
He said I had some business up above the bunkie line,
but my debts have all been settled and I’ve come to do my time,
and I hope I didnt cause no trouble, I wasnt tryin to run away,
But a feller owed me somethin and I had to make him pay,
Besides I’m kind of proud I been a coonass, all my life

Rev. Pat Hickey - Archbishop of the Cajun Liberation Theology Church of Crawdad Pies and Etoufe!

GAWD DAMN . . . this is Fine Pie!

Gawd Damn Ameriquest!

Nah,nah,nah, nah, nah Gawd Damn Dem Dere Gater Totz is Hot!!!!!!!!