Sunday, April 18, 2010

Hyphenated American Reports from the Obama nuclear summit #1

Obama bows to Chinese tyrant.
Obama bows again to Chinese tyrant. Look at the shadows - Obama is about to start licking his boots.

Obama greets Canada. The love is in the air. No bows here...

Obama cannot keep his hands of this guy - this is him the Russian tyrant, Mr.Medvedev! I love you comrade, can I kiss you?

I swear to you on rev.Wright's grave - my wife Michele bought exactly same bag only two days ago. It's wonderful.

I just farted, and this guys don't even know it yet. Silent Killer, I say.

I am not drunk at all - look I can stand straight without anyone holding me.

What did you say to me? Do you want to take this outside, or you want me to slap you right here, in front of all your boyfriends?

US congressmen shitted the healthcare bill this large - and I thought it would rip their asses into shreds - but Barney Fwanks told me he's had bigger ones.

Obama got intoxicated with adulation. The poor chap can hardly walk now.

Obama meets Japanese PM. Obama: "All Japanese are ninjas, so I better treat them nicely. A bow will most surely work."


Anonymous said...

The first thing the new Republican president should do in January 2013 is invite the Polish president and the Israeli prime minister to a big state dinner, publicly embrace them and tell them how sorry he is for the embarrassing behavior of the clueless ass-clown who preceded him.

Hyphenated American said...

Don't forget Honduras and Britain -and the Czecks - and this is just for the One's first year.

After that, the new president should invite PA, Iran, Venesuela and Russia and tell them that he is deeply sorry his predessesor left the wrong impression of america. I think the quote from Casino perfectly describes the conversation that could take place...

Banker to gangster: What are you gonna do, strong-arm me?

Gangster and Banker both laughing

Gangster - You know, I think you've gotten the wrong impression about me. I think, in all fairness I should explain to you exactly what it is that I do. Tomorrow morning I'll get up nice and early, take a walk to the bank and walk in and see, and, uh, if you don't have my money for me I'll crack your f*ckin' head wide open in front of everybody. And just about the time that I'm comin' out of jail hopefully you'll be comin' out of your coma. And guess what? I'll split your f*ckin' head open again. 'Cause I'm f*ckin' stupid. I don't give a fuck about jail. That's my business. That's what I do. We know what you do. You fuck people out of money and get away with it.

Banker: - You can't talk to me like that.

Gangster: Hey, you fat Irish prick! You put my money to sleep.- Get my money, or I'll put your brain to sleep.

Gangster’s friend: - Sam!

Gangster: Never mind Sam. This is personal. I'll be there in the morning. You can try me, Fatso. You fuckin' try me. You think he got the point?