You know, I didn’t vote for Senator Obama. In fact, I didn’t vote FOR anyone. I voted AGAINST Barack Obama. I was a NoBama supporter right up until John McCandidate conceded. But on 11/5 Barack Obama became the President Elect of the United States of America. The office gets the respect it deserves, even if the man in it isn’t the one I wanted. Those are the rules. Learn ‘em or it’s your ass in my house.

But now, boys and girls, some smug-fuck third-world cleric has called my president-elect a “house negro.”

I don’t care who you are, or where you are, if you’re an American, that has to piss you off. No foreigner calls MY next president names, particularly not racial slurs, with impunity. We can do that in-house, but you damn sure better not be pitchin’ that shit in from outside the barn.

Sorry all, but if you thought there was no reason for a war before now, them’s fightin’ words.

It’s clobberin’ time.

Prepare to have your camel-jockey ass kicked, al-Zawaharamundi, or whatever the hell your name is.

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More tomorrow. Right now I’m more in need of beauty rest than any heterosexual man my age and weight.