Deddy Reads Some More

As everyone that stops by here knows, I read. I read all the frigging time and I do not limit my reading to things that I know that I will enjoy. Trust me, I ain't gonna enjoy this one from what little that I read last night.

Anyhoo, I cracked open Satan's ass Barry Obama's tripe last night and got a first hand glimpse of a profound racist within the first seven pages. Dammit, this guy was frigging raised by white folks and so far in the book all he can talk about is how much he hate-hate-hates white folks.

Granted, this book was written way back in the day when he was just a wee, little lad of thirty-three years of age. Wait, that wasn't that damn long ago. Do you think that his entire racist past can be erased in a few short years? Maybe we should ask his master on the hill, Robert Byrd.

On to the book. What I read last night was about ninety pages, so I am only a third of the way through this tome, but I think that it is going to be more of the same crap that I read last night. How poor, poor Barry had such a terrible time growing up because he didn't have any Black dudes around to teach him how to be a Black man in this country and how his mother couldn't help him even though she did try. Number one, because she was the only parent that he ever knew. So far, that is the entire gist of this pap. Dammit, it is awful. That ungrateful little punk should have been sent to live with his daddy in Kenya, that would have taught his little punk-ass.

Since I always take one for the team, I shall complete this book. For anyone that is even remotely considering voting for this Klansman, I suggest you do the same. Remember, this book is called Dreams from my Father, not My White Mama Never Deserted Me, but My Black Daddy Did.

Because he wants to be President and he doesn't want White folks to know that he hates them, he did add a new Foreword later to the book after every single person that read it, pointed out to him the fact that he wasted a bunch of trees writing about a guy that he never knew except for one month when he was ten and actually took a big, fat dump on the White family that actually raised him. This new foreword offers a look at how awesome that Barry is at crawfishing and lying.

I will keep you updated on my progress through this crap. Remember, that's my job.

UPDATE, DAMMIT!: I forgot that I had actually penned an article about our buddy Barry, once before. Go HERE now. And do please read the "tongue-in-cheek" comments. Hey, the readers of this damn blog can predict the future. Or not.