Posted on 08/10/2011 10:11:54 AM PDT by Hillary'sMoralVoid
The mystery of President Obama's birthplace has been revealed, and it completely rewrites his personal history.
Obama's real father was a great illusionist and hypnotist who left Lebanon, Barack's actual birthplace, when Barack was a young boy. The father was known as the "The Great Shabwa" and he and on-stage-assistant wife, Mirta, traveled the globe performing magic shows. He was most famous for originating the trick in which a person is placed in a box and appears to be sawed in half, a trick that he spent many years perfecting.
While more details on this amazing revelation are still forthcoming, it explains much about President Obama. First of all, the worldwide travel explains our president's global perspective; secondly, he apparently learned from his father how to hold huge audiences in a nearly-hypnotic trance with his message of hope and change; and finally........................
I’m sorry; you must be mistaking me for someone who can read Latin. I am an uneducated rube; just ask any of the obot-trolls. ;)
Does it mean ‘repetition makes it scientific’?
I sure hope not—that would legitimize Algore. Repetition is all he’s got, and he’s not one to let actual science interfere.
Occasionally, I must set the record straight myself. Make no mistake about that.
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This is an automated response. I am on vacation for the next few weeks.
Verbum sat sapientes.
Okay, you’ve gone from Latin to Swahili, right?
My guess translation was, ‘To err is human’.
Then I looked it up. Oh well.
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Rubric noted.
Asante sana memsahib,jambo.
YOU rub Rick. *I’M* rubbing his SISTER.
Facetia bona!
De clunibus magnis amandis oratio
Mixaloti equitis
mehercle!
Rebecca, ecce! tantae clunes isti sunt!
amica esse videtur istorum hominum rhythmicorum.
sed, ut scis,
quis homines huiusmodi intellegere potest?
colloquuntur equidem cum ista eo tantum, quod scortum perfectum esse videtur.
clunes, aio, maiores esse!
nec possum credere quam rotondae sint.
en! quam exstant! nonne piget te earum?
ecce mulier Aethiops!
magnae clunes mihi placent, nec possum de hac re mentiri.
quis enim, consortes mei, non fateatur,
cum puella incedit minore medio corpore
sub quo manifestus globus, inflammare animos
virtute praestare ut velitis, notantes bracas eius
clunibus profunde fartas esse
a! captus sum, nec desinere intueri possum.
o dominola mea, volo tecum congredi
pingereque picturam tui.
familiares mei me monebant
sed clunes istae libidinem in me concitant.
o! cutis rugosa glabraque!
dixistine te in meum vehiculum intrare velle?
in arbitrio tuo totus veni
quia non es mediocris adsecula.
vidi illam saltantem.
obliviscere igitur blanditiarum!
tantus sudor! tantus umor!
vehor quasi in curru quadrigarum!
taedet me in diurnis legendi
planas clunes gratiores iudicari.
rogate quoslibet Aethiopes: responsum erit
se libentius expletiores anteponere.
o consortes (quid est?) o consortes (quid est?)
habent amicae vestrae magnas clunes? (certe habent!)
hortamini igitur ut eas quatiant (ut quatiant!)
ut quatiant! (ut quatiant!)
ut quatiant illas clunes sanas!
domina mea exstat a tergo!
mzuri.
Sed infandum iuves renovare dolorem?
.... et brevitas anima intelligentiae
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