Posted on 02/04/2009 6:02:17 PM PST by Dajjal
Edited on 02/04/2009 6:50:15 PM PST by Admin Moderator. [history]
It’s a guess, of course. I don’t know. But have you read the poem he published in the student newspaper at Occidental College? It’s called “Pop,” and given the fact that he was known to spend evenings with his whiskey-drinking mentor, who wrote a book confessing to a variety of sexual perversions, including the habit of molesting small boys, it seems likely that he was abused as a child.
In addition, he had no real father and a highly dysfunctional family, which also tends toward turning boys homosexual—though of course it doesn’t guarantee it.
Here’s the text of the poem, which was actually reprinted by the NY Times last year, perhaps not realizing what it appears to be about:
POP
Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken
In, sprinkled with ashes
Pop switches channels, takes another
Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks
What to do with me, a green young man
Who fails to consider the
Flim and flam of the world, since
Things have been easy for me;
I stare hard at his face, a stare
That deflects off his brow;
Im sure hes unaware of his
Dark, watery eyes, that
Glance in different directions,
And his slow, unwelcome twitches,
Fail to pass.
I listen, nod,
Listen, open, till I cling to his pale,
Beige T-shirt, yelling,
Yelling in his ears, that hang
With heavy lobes, but hes still telling
His joke, so I ask why
Hes so unhappy, to which he replies...
But I dont care anymore, cause
He took too damn long, and from
Under my seat, I pull out the
Mirror Ive been saving; Im laughing,
Laughing loud, the blood rushing from his face
To mine, as he grows small,
A spot in my brain, something
That may be squeezed out, like a
Watermelon seed between
Two fingers.
Pop takes another shot, neat,
Points out the same amber
Stain on his shorts that Ive got on mine, and
Makes me smell his smell, coming
From me; he switches channels, recites an old poem
He wrote before his mother died,
Stands, shouts, and asks
For a hug, as I shrink, my
Arms barely reaching around
His thick, oily neck, and his broad back; cause
I see my face, framed within
Pops black-framed glasses
And know hes laughing too.
He should have applied an extra layer of tin foil in order to foil the Dual Attack.
Well said.
Of all the things to speculate on, you choose this. Hmmm.
But have you read the poem he published in the student newspaper at Occidental College?
No. I don't have time to read 3rd rate poetry.
Ha ha! I guess some people aren’t very curious, are they. With an additional “subtle” smear on your “motives”.
Heck, there are enough hints about 0bama’s sexual orientation that a blind and deaf person would have picked up on it.
Did you see the photo of 0bama and his “well built” (his own words) Pakistani room mate? Sharing one third of the couch together? The room mate who now fund raises for community theater?
“the vast government conspiracy with the homeless”
“filing paperwork with the court”
You’re trying too hard—the exaggeration gives you away. I don’t think Alinsky would have approved. You’ve got to work on this.
“looney tunes paperwork”
You can’t accurately label something “looney tunes” if you do not show some manner of chaos, strangeness or other sign of insanity.
Donofrio’s writing is clear, concise and logical.
This is a very poor effort on your part. Alinsky would ban you from posting if he were still living.
Let’s go over your posting assignment—you are to draw attention away from the notion that Obama would naturally use the most sophisticated level of tactical offense in order to protect his presidency, and the fact that Obama and his army of lawyers have spent a fortune on blocking Donofrio’s efforts.
Just do it, don’t ask questions.
Most guys, when asked their favorite food, would not answer: arugula.
That was his FAVORITE food?! Even people who like arugula (and I don’t think there are many) would never say it’s their favorite! I think he is an obsessive liar, not just a liar when it’s useful. Can’t tell the truth about anything, except by accident. I’ve known people like that, they are downright dangerous to be around, often “charming” and always have dramatic tales about their lives which, oddly enough, are different each time they dramatically recount them.
Judgment call here, folks. But I think we have a winner. And consider the question, "Would any straight guy..."
And also, if the homeless guy was reporting to the “Blackwater types” why didn’t he tell them who the target was? Why did he let them go into the building. This guy sounds like a bit of a loon.
Why would he have his passport in his shoe?
I have no idea why.
And what is your source that Obama has spend a fortune to block Donofrios efforts?
And does that fortune include the cost of the armed men in the SUV that Leo claims followed him and does that include the money spend on the black helicopters flying over Leo's house?
The point is not that Leo carries his U.S. Passport in his shoe, but rather that you now need a passport to travel on the Greydog Bus from Philly to D.C.
Then why not keep your opinions to yourself, if you can’t be bothered with the facts?
Ain't it?? In a sad, pitiful, very scary kind of way...
I'm just guessing, but....
When he would arrive at the Supreme Court building, he would probably need good ID to identify himself as he submitted his motion with the clerk.
But en route to the SC, he did not want to be easily identified. Probably carried either no ID in his pockets or maybe even someone else's non-photo ID.
BTW: Again, I do believe Mr. Donofrio has been getting some kind of Obama/DNC/Chicago thug harassment over the past few weeks. Anyone remember the Clintons making Linda Tripp's cat "disappear?"
But, that said, I do not believe that the undercover & SWAT cops at Union Station were looking for Donofrio. I think that was just purely coincidental, and pushed a nervous guy to imagine all kinds of things.
Hence, I don't think it had anything to do with the passport's RFID.
Occam's razor. Like I said before: seven cents.
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