Politics
The Obama Express: Who Goes Along for the Ride and Who Volunteers to Go Along for the Ride?
by admin on Jul.01, 2009, under Politics
THE OBAMA EXPRESS: WHO GOES ALONG FOR THE RIDE AND WHO VOLUNTEERS TO GO ALONG FOR THE RIDE?
By Michael R. Sears 1-18-09
What bothers me is not the obvious corruption, staunch support for abortion and homosexuality, socialistic views, and other atrocities and crimes against Elohim and man kind, but what bothers me the most is the “church” is volunteering to go along for the ride.
I see nothing but various churches, Baptist churches, T. D. Jake’s church and him, and many other, especially black, churches jumping headlong into this flaming train from hell, like lemmings going over the cliff, willingly, with smiles and accolades of praise and joy as to this great historical event. Little do they realize that their love affair is with a bloody man who loves to kill babies and desires perversion to increase. I am not surprised that Hollywood has turned out with its evil inspired guests. This is normal and expected, but the “church”? Maybe we don’t even know what the church is yet?
I tell you right now that every single one of these souls who claim they have Christ, have their part in the lake of fire and in the severe judgment coming from Yahweh soon. Why is it that black people want to promote black people, no matter if they are totally corrupt, no matter if they are evil, no matter if they are for abortion and homosexuality, no matter if they are 60% white, no matter if they lie out both sides of their mouth, no matter if they are obviously for socialism, no matter what. It seems they look past all this and only see some type of skin reflection or signal that resonates with something in them that makes them as one and blinds them to the truth that color and race doesn’t matter one bit. What matters is morality, freedom, and justice, no matter what the past, no matter what the future, no matter what the present.
I wish the blacks had been for Alan Keys for president. I would have voted for him in one second, myself, because he had some moral fiber. What about Ben Kenchlow? Moral fiber is what we need, not black, red, brown, white, or yellow fiber. It seems that all the Christian and moral blacks are shunned by the black community that is headed by many evil goons with such names as, Jackson and Sharpton, to name a few. It seems that the will of a big majority of the black community is directed through them. Wake up, black people!!! They are making merchandise out of you!!! If the black people would wake up out of this trance and start standing for morality instead of minority, then their communities would improve and they would be truly freed, because the truth does not set you free, it makes you free. Equality is not a set of laws of man, and neither can it come from such. It comes only from Yahushua and Elohim. (Christ Jesus).
The whole world seems mesmerized by the Obama Express, but it is a Trojan train, a long black train, that contains all manner of evil. Don’t get on it and if you are on it, get off with all haste
Twas the Night Before Liberal Christmas V.2007
by admin on Jul.01, 2009, under Politics
Twas the night before Christmas and all ‘bout The House
Agendas collapsed and all the liberals did grouse!
Good word from Iraq was the news of the day,
That we could just win, caused the leftists to bay.
Upset and dumbfounded their plans were for naught,
It did not matter or replace what they taught.
Those people all were backwards but to their chagrin
Still seemed quite capable despite having dark skin.
Hillary Clinton slept while Bill paced to and fro,
He thought of three women and called them – ho ho ho.
He stood and he wondered how odd it would be -
to be back in power but as first lady.
When out on lawn there arose a great screech
Something or other about a lesson to teach!
He heard the loud sounds of a crowd that did gather,
To the window Bill flew to see what was the matter.
Below him there stood on fresh and new fallen snow,
A gaggle of moonbats that did slowly grow.
From members of Congress to nags of Code Pink,
All had come forth to tell what they did oh so “think”.
The gathering grew, and Clinton squinted to look
As among them there landed a surplus Chinook.
From it emerged a fellow who was quite a bore,
it was his old running mate – Mr. Al Gore.
“My friends,” he shouted as the crowd roar did rise,
“I just got back from collecting my Nobel peace Prize!”
A member of Greenpeace had the gall to so ask,
What ever gave Gore the right to waste so much gas.
With a cold, angry look Gore clapped with a smack,
Lead away he was, by agents dressed all in black.
“Now how dare you begin,” Al Gore hollered with glee,
“to start up this shindig and not wait up for me!”
Approached an old hippie, with deep reverence and awe,
Offered up to his savior a pad with some scrawl.
Looking it over Al spoke, “Yes, now I see.”
Then rubbed his chin thoughtfully did the former Vee Pee.
“Our leftist agenda and much power to gain,
Global Warming and Health Care – it is all so plain.”
He did turn to Bill standing hunched on the porch.
- But just in time Hillary sat up with a lurch.
All was so quiet. It was just a bad dream?
The windows were shut and not a moonbat scream.
Most thankfully of all, and this caused her to beam
the adulterer Bill was no where to be seen.
But then out from the yard a loud engine did roar
And she rushed to the window to see Mr. Gore.
With black puffs of strong smoke he revved it with glee
Oh how he did love his big black SUV.
Her cold blood did freeze and her face was all dour,
She looked like she’d sucked something that was sour.
“My word!” she exclaimed at her visit this night
And she heard Al Gore proclaim as he drove out of sight –
“Now Media, now Michael, now Harry and Teddy!
On Dennis, on John, on Obama and Cindy!
Let this message be heard – a decree of Priest Al!
We run this party … sorry to tell you old gal!”
Agendas collapsed and all the liberals did grouse!
Good word from Iraq was the news of the day,
That we could just win, caused the leftists to bay.
Upset and dumbfounded their plans were for naught,
It did not matter or replace what they taught.
Those people all were backwards but to their chagrin
Still seemed quite capable despite having dark skin.
Hillary Clinton slept while Bill paced to and fro,
He thought of three women and called them – ho ho ho.
He stood and he wondered how odd it would be -
to be back in power but as first lady.
When out on lawn there arose a great screech
Something or other about a lesson to teach!
He heard the loud sounds of a crowd that did gather,
To the window Bill flew to see what was the matter.
Below him there stood on fresh and new fallen snow,
A gaggle of moonbats that did slowly grow.
From members of Congress to nags of Code Pink,
All had come forth to tell what they did oh so “think”.
The gathering grew, and Clinton squinted to look
As among them there landed a surplus Chinook.
From it emerged a fellow who was quite a bore,
it was his old running mate – Mr. Al Gore.
“My friends,” he shouted as the crowd roar did rise,
“I just got back from collecting my Nobel peace Prize!”
A member of Greenpeace had the gall to so ask,
What ever gave Gore the right to waste so much gas.
With a cold, angry look Gore clapped with a smack,
Lead away he was, by agents dressed all in black.
“Now how dare you begin,” Al Gore hollered with glee,
“to start up this shindig and not wait up for me!”
Approached an old hippie, with deep reverence and awe,
Offered up to his savior a pad with some scrawl.
Looking it over Al spoke, “Yes, now I see.”
Then rubbed his chin thoughtfully did the former Vee Pee.
“Our leftist agenda and much power to gain,
Global Warming and Health Care – it is all so plain.”
He did turn to Bill standing hunched on the porch.
- But just in time Hillary sat up with a lurch.
All was so quiet. It was just a bad dream?
The windows were shut and not a moonbat scream.
Most thankfully of all, and this caused her to beam
the adulterer Bill was no where to be seen.
But then out from the yard a loud engine did roar
And she rushed to the window to see Mr. Gore.
With black puffs of strong smoke he revved it with glee
Oh how he did love his big black SUV.
Her cold blood did freeze and her face was all dour,
She looked like she’d sucked something that was sour.
“My word!” she exclaimed at her visit this night
And she heard Al Gore proclaim as he drove out of sight –
“Now Media, now Michael, now Harry and Teddy!
On Dennis, on John, on Obama and Cindy!
Let this message be heard – a decree of Priest Al!
We run this party … sorry to tell you old gal!”
