Some chump is currently celebrating Obama’s “fine form” on the front page of Daily Kos, in a review of the President’s speech October 22 at USC.
All in all, the president was in fine form, and he hasn’t lost his mojo.
Mojo and fine form! That’s what Daily Kos was boosting month after month in the primaries! What else could you ask for in a candidate for President of the United States? Looks good on TV! Nothing else matters!
Who cares what kind of drivel Mojo Obama mindlessly repeats?
A choice between hope and fear. Moving forwards or going backwards. And Trojans, I want to move forward.
Did you hear that, Trojans?
Mojo wants to move forward! And if you missed it at USC, you could have heard exactly the same meaningless blather June 2 in Pittsburgh.
We can go backward, or we can keep moving forward. And I don’t know about you, but I want to move forward.
This is the choice between falling backwards and moving forwards, and I don’t know about you but Harry Reid wants to move forward, I want to move forward, I think most people in Nevada want to move forward, they don’t want to go backwards.
Forward! Forward! Forward!
That guy talks about moving forward so much, he almost sounds like a progressive.
But he isn’t.
And apparently Obama and Daily Kos haven’t noticed that for millions of Americans, “forward” means…
Lenders seized more U.S. homes this summer than in any three-month stretch since the housing market began to bust in 2006.
Joshua Shapiro of MFR Incorporated points out that today’s jobs report also contained revisions for the March 2009-March 2010 period. Those revisions show that the job market was in even worse shape than previously thought.
With cold weather just weeks away, the District of Columbia has shelved a plan to expand its already packed shelter for homeless families at the former D.C. General Hospital, a decision that advocates fear could leave vulnerable families even worse off than last winter.
Sgt. Tamara Sullivan pulled out her cellphone charger and braced for a night of tears. She called her children in North Carolina, ages 3 and 1, and told them she would soon be going to work in a place called Afghanistan. For a year. She reminded her husband to send her their artwork. She cried, hung up, called him back and cried some more.
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Us, and them
And after all we’re only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it’s not what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.
Down and out
It can’t be helped but there’s a lot of it about.
With, without.
And who’ll deny it’s what the fightings all about?
Out of the way, it’s a busy day
I’ve got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.
Avanti, o Popolo!
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What was a kos?