This guy has perfected the artifice of sincerity to a level not seen since Abraham-of-urr-of-the-Chaldees convinced a gaggle of Habiru tribesmen, ay back in 1950..bce, that is, that there was a god named Yahwey floating around in the sky, and that this Yahwey-god was speaking to folks through his appointed/annointed spokeman, Abraham, and further, if they didn’t do exactly what not-so-honest Abe told them to do, why they would probably burn forever in flaming excrement.

Abe-Imitator Obama’s speechifyin’ leaves the mostly young American voter feeling that he (Obama) is not corrupt, indeed that he abhors corruption in all it’s forms. Good lord, he even dances clumsily. Like a well-rehearsed bluesman, carrrying his audience with throught his heartfelt torment..he always ends the tune/ pitch with a dominant 7th chord flourish…gets’ ‘em every time.

Recently, Geraldine Farraro, former female tossed-  under-the-bus VP had the temerity to suggest that Americans are intent on showing that they are not prejudiced by their lemming-like glassy-eyed fawning over this new and  dusky creation, Obama-the-nice.

A manufactured media outrage followed from every corporate stooge; every black bible-thumping, conked-up, eye-rolling, step-and-fetchit, comic relief, carnival barker “reverend”; evey Birkinstock-wearing politically correct demo-zombie, and finally a shreiking, insincere diatribe from the sports announcer-turned-humorist, MSNBC’s own Keith Oberman. His hot air was so intense, so pompous that this writer was afraid he would work himself into a case of ‘the vapors”. He left no doubt that he was the most offended MSNBC hireling of them all.

But, to digress…Oberman is always ragging on FOX ’s talking stooge, Bill O’Liely..er…O’Reilly. Well, sure, Bill lied about getting a Pulitzer prize for literature; sure, he lied about being in combat (he’d never even served in the military); and the there was that business of making unwanted phone calls to female coworkers, with sexual ennuendos (pretty creepy, actually). This writer believes that all this is a cry for O’Liely…er, O’ Reilly for help.

My guess is that something must have happened back in his alter boy days…probably went like this; “Say, Billy, you’ve become a strapping lad…I’d sure like to get you in the rectory” Gee, whiz, Father Tim”.”How’d you like to be Father Tim’s double-secret alter boy, Billy?” “Secret, Father Tim?” Yeah, Billy, like the secrets you don’t tell Mom and Dad…or the D.A. “Gee, golly Father Tim”

You get the picture. I think Oberman should stop Bugging O’Reilly. The guys’ obviously been buggered.er, bugged…enough.