Great Moments in Fine Art: Napole-One Crossing the Voters
Cross-posted at America is an Obamanation!, where Nappy tells us that we are now at Condition Red!
Cross-posted at America is an Obamanation!, where Nappy tells us that we are now at Condition Red!




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January 21st, 2010 at 6:24 am
http://bit.ly/7rnOJK
Just sayin’
January 21st, 2010 at 7:01 am
Massachusetts certainly is Obama’s Waterloo. The election that was heard around the world. Bet Teddy is rolling in his grave.
January 21st, 2010 at 7:57 am
A good picture is worth a thousand words; this one is worth a thousand votes!
Today will be good!
January 21st, 2010 at 8:36 am
The Day ObamaCare Died: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpevc2t_Frw
January 21st, 2010 at 8:46 am
” I’m just a bill. Yes, I’m only a bill, and I’m sittin’ here on Capital Hill.” DOA of Scott Brown. Again, Happy Anniversary Mr. President!!
January 21st, 2010 at 12:57 pm
Okay, but what does that picture have to do with the Swedish rock band?
January 21st, 2010 at 1:08 pm
There are many facilites of public health care for those who think they are Napoleon. Just sayin’
January 21st, 2010 at 5:52 pm
Excuse me folks, but The One, being green/ecologically-minded, should not have a “water-loo”.
Our Fearless Leader’s retrograde-style of forward thought predicates his use of a “dry toilet”.
Y’know, three wooden walls with a door on the front with a crescent moon cut into it.
However, building it out of wood will anger the treehuggers, using man-made materials will anger the other enviro-spastics…so basically, The One will, for the sake of appeasing all sides, have to pull the bucket off of his head and use it to dig an unsheltered hole into which his malodorous crap may plop.
This, of course, with utmost generosity, grants that The One can make the nuanced distinction btween said hole and his own rusty hind end.
(Without a teleprompter scrolling detailed intructions guiding him through the arduous process.)