Obama's Love Children want to Unite in Peace and Harmony. They're still trying to bring back the 60s.
This unrepentant stupidity is everywhere today, except perhaps in Old Russia where Georgia is busy shooting down Russian fighter jets.
Is this really inspiring lots of Hopey-Changey feelings right at such a moment?
It's a throwback, as many are saying, to a Star Trek outer-space Hippie episode.
I can't photoshop that marvelous pic of the McCain snarl, and put a counter-signal on it. So here's the next best thing I could find.
I'll see your 1960s Hippie Love in and raise you a 1960s rebellious, beer-swilling, womanizing, maverick:
Sorry, it's not a racist thing. It's a testosterone-o-meter. It's still one of the best bird-flipping pics evah. It's how I feel today, tomorrow, and forever about politicians, but especially about milquetoast-panty-waist-nancy-boys that get faint at the thought of a fist-fight, much less defending an ideal on the world stage.
C'mon, that stupid O symbol is just gonna get your ass handed to you.
Obama's not ready for much of anything but a manicure.