My country, 'tis of thee...

By Capt. Fogg

It's starting. Barak Obama is now the Democratic candidate apparent and the Swift Boats are weighing anchor, the slime breweries are bubbling and the Republican Values Vermin are sitting around the cauldron and giggling.

Barack, you see, is a homosexual junkie, and even though he never went to a radical Islamic school, he did anyway. He's a known follower of Soviet leaders, plans to send our wealth to foreign countries because he is a Communist, and his wife is anti-American. My in-box is crawling with racist "jokes" from people I formerly respected:

"Barack’s first presidential photo will show Jessie Jackson and Al Sharpton on his right side and Teddie Kennedy and Oprah standing on his left side," says one.

"The head of the National Black Caucus said on NPR, National Public Radio, that if his boy got in he would make sure that Jessie was made Secretary of something," says another. The viral video: Barack the Magic Negro has crawled out of its coffin again.

It's not as though I didn't expect it and it's not as though every country doesn't have it's unworthies. It's that we don't drag them out into the public square and pillory them any more that makes me so ashamed.

(Cross-posted from Human Voices.)