Wyatt_Junker
04-23-2008, 12:43 AM
WASHINGTON (AFP-EJP)---Democratic White House contender Barack Obama could not hide his irritation Monday when asked by a reporter what he thought about former president Jimmy Carter's meeting with Hamas last week.
"Why can't I just eat my waffle?" the Illinois senator said as he ate breakfast in Scranton, Pennsylvania, according to MSNBC television pictures.
Pressed again for an answer, he replied: "Just let me eat my waffle."
http://www.ejpress.org/article/26411
Okay, sure, its just a waffle. He's hungry. He wants to eat it. Okay, he wants to eat the waffle badly. Let's just say he really likes waffles. And the reporter walks up to him a second before he licks his lips, and his mind is totally focused on that waffle. I mean he's geared up for that waffle. He's hovering over it like a wild animal. Its fully waffle time bro. He's merging with it.
But I think its more than just a hungry dude here. I think his eye was probably twitching. I think his hand was starting to shake a little. This entire presidential bullshit parade is starting to get to him. This beauty contest. Its taking its toll; psychic hit points. And.... well, he's starting to get real human. He's starting to not want that rhinestone studded tiara. He's starting to think he's making a big mistake. He's having these nightmares, they are coming to him each night and he's waking up hoping that he'll just die instead of having to face them. He knows he's a sham. He knows his wife knows it too. And he's not a politician. Its the beginning of the end.
At best, BO is a marginal public speaker. Maybe he would have had the nut to be a motivational speaker... maybe. That's all this guy has in the tank. He doesn't want this life-ruiner. This thing called the presidency. Its all consuming and its starting to consume him. All he wants to do in the middle of this very long campaign is to just be left alone. He wants to eat his waffle.
You can see it. The feral emotion leaping out of him. It surprises even him. He's not used to his own reaction either. But he's getting less and less able to control it and hide his real self from public view. And so, occassionally we will see more and more of this. He's faggoty speech, his media driven public persona will randomly begin to dissolve. He will break out into slang, drop an F bomb, tell his wife to kindly fuk off - all of it on camera. He will begin to show signs of tremins delirium. He will become dizzy on podiums and by June, if he is not hand picked, will faint on stage. Not enough time to just eat those waffles cause that's all he wants to do now. Its all he can think about. Waffles. The way the butter melts on top and sinks down into the little golden squares. The Missus Buttersworth staring back at him, or in his case, the Aunt Jemima, seemingly mocking him.
Wait till a reporter tries to ask him sumpin when he's chewin on a Hot Pocket. Boy gon splode. A flash of red light mixed with some green will go off in the back of his head, just behind his eyeballs, and he will just lash out with rage. And then, the drugs will be introduced like JFK. Prescriptions at first, followed by street connections. BO will begin to ruin his suits with big old looping sweat rills. He is close to a nervous breakdown. It starts with waffles. It will end with something more sinister, perhaps a Denver omlet or eggs Benedict. Mark my words. You saw Howard Dean and his 'moment'? This will make him look stately by comparison.
"Why can't I just eat my waffle?" the Illinois senator said as he ate breakfast in Scranton, Pennsylvania, according to MSNBC television pictures.
Pressed again for an answer, he replied: "Just let me eat my waffle."
http://www.ejpress.org/article/26411
Okay, sure, its just a waffle. He's hungry. He wants to eat it. Okay, he wants to eat the waffle badly. Let's just say he really likes waffles. And the reporter walks up to him a second before he licks his lips, and his mind is totally focused on that waffle. I mean he's geared up for that waffle. He's hovering over it like a wild animal. Its fully waffle time bro. He's merging with it.
But I think its more than just a hungry dude here. I think his eye was probably twitching. I think his hand was starting to shake a little. This entire presidential bullshit parade is starting to get to him. This beauty contest. Its taking its toll; psychic hit points. And.... well, he's starting to get real human. He's starting to not want that rhinestone studded tiara. He's starting to think he's making a big mistake. He's having these nightmares, they are coming to him each night and he's waking up hoping that he'll just die instead of having to face them. He knows he's a sham. He knows his wife knows it too. And he's not a politician. Its the beginning of the end.
At best, BO is a marginal public speaker. Maybe he would have had the nut to be a motivational speaker... maybe. That's all this guy has in the tank. He doesn't want this life-ruiner. This thing called the presidency. Its all consuming and its starting to consume him. All he wants to do in the middle of this very long campaign is to just be left alone. He wants to eat his waffle.
You can see it. The feral emotion leaping out of him. It surprises even him. He's not used to his own reaction either. But he's getting less and less able to control it and hide his real self from public view. And so, occassionally we will see more and more of this. He's faggoty speech, his media driven public persona will randomly begin to dissolve. He will break out into slang, drop an F bomb, tell his wife to kindly fuk off - all of it on camera. He will begin to show signs of tremins delirium. He will become dizzy on podiums and by June, if he is not hand picked, will faint on stage. Not enough time to just eat those waffles cause that's all he wants to do now. Its all he can think about. Waffles. The way the butter melts on top and sinks down into the little golden squares. The Missus Buttersworth staring back at him, or in his case, the Aunt Jemima, seemingly mocking him.
Wait till a reporter tries to ask him sumpin when he's chewin on a Hot Pocket. Boy gon splode. A flash of red light mixed with some green will go off in the back of his head, just behind his eyeballs, and he will just lash out with rage. And then, the drugs will be introduced like JFK. Prescriptions at first, followed by street connections. BO will begin to ruin his suits with big old looping sweat rills. He is close to a nervous breakdown. It starts with waffles. It will end with something more sinister, perhaps a Denver omlet or eggs Benedict. Mark my words. You saw Howard Dean and his 'moment'? This will make him look stately by comparison.