Skip to comments.Obama stops for snow cones
Posted on 08/13/2012 2:50:31 PM PDT by ColdOne
Noting he grew up in Hawaii, where shave ice is king, he applauded the work of owner Steven Holt and his staff. "This is a finely shaved ice," he said.
The president also prodded White House press secretary Jay Carney to order something. "This is our champion eater right here," Obama said of Carney, who ordered a $3 medium Rock N' Roll -- grape, blueberry and blue raspberry. Trip director Marvin Nicholson ordered the same, as did Obama campaign press secretary Jen Psaki. In all, the bill totaled $14.98, which the president paid with cash.
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Just think what $14.98 could do for a slum dweller in Nairobi.
When Michelle get through with the snow cone business all you’ll be able to get is the shaved ice, no flavorings.
If I had a stand, he’d best heed the old, “Don’t eat the yellow snow” admonition.
That syrup on the snow cones is LOADED with sugar. Mayor Bloomberg should arrest him.
Hi, I'm Larry the Lawn Guy, how come you didn't spread the wealth and buy us a snow cone?
"Alright, who put up the '1984' poster? The proles aren't supposed to know about that yet!"
"See that snow cone, Odinga? The guy at the window built that!"
"Can't anyone answer a simple question? I asked if these snowcones were halal..."
Did he tell the Tropical Sno owner, “you didn’t build this”?
"MMMM! Tastes like Socialism!"
Now that we know he’s loaded, maybe he can reach deeper into that wallet and cough up the $35k he owes Newport Beach for police protection during his February fundraiser in Corona del Mar.
Is that why he is asking for $3 donations in his e-mails?
What kind of a fruity little dude eats snow cones? It sounds like something a little girl would eat. Gawd. Are you sure this skinny little prick isn’t just a little light in his loafers. What next, flip flops?
That picture smacks of desperation.
It’s what an early 2008 campaign when no one knew Obama would have looked like.
He is in serious trouble.
Where’s the crowd?
Campaign appearance at a lunch shack, with no swooning females & paramedics to the rescue. Bathhouse Barry and Plugs are going to have to subpoena their fellow Socialist ‘Rats to get them to their rallies.
Somebody do an animated GIF of O's gay dancing, post it here (thanks!), then use it as part of a self-supporting through viewer donations banner ad campaign (pennies per thousands of impressions) that will inspire the Dem leaning independents to vote against O. (This will achieve what apparently Romney can't achieve thanks to his dissing of Chick Fil A.)
Obama is such loser.
Obama is such loser.
Seriously: could this picture be any more gay?
Um, my husband who is not fruity, not little, & Sicilian. And the bus carrying some football players who stopped in to get a shaved ice.
& IS Sicilian...................those darn verbs..............
Of all the people in the crowd being intruded upon by the Chi-town street thug, only one moron is willing to shake his hand. That, is the most accurate poll there is!
I was born in one country, raised in another.
My father was born in another country.
I was not his only child.
He fathered several children with numerous women.
I became very close to my mother, as my father showed no interest in me.
My mother died at an early age from cancer.
Although my father deserted me and my mother raised me, I later wrote a book idolizing my father , not my mother.
Later in life, questions arose over my real name.
My birth records were sketchy.
No one was able to produce a legitimate, reliable birth certificate.
I grew up practicing one faith but converted to Christianity, as it was widely accepted in my new country, but I practiced non-traditional beliefs and didn’t follow Christianity, except in the public eye under scrutiny.
I worked and lived among lower-class people as a young adult, disguising myself as someone who really cared about them.
That was before I decided it was time to get serious about my life and embarked on a new career.
I wrote a book about my struggles growing up.
It was clear to those who read my memoirs, that I had difficulties accepting that my father abandoned me as a child.
I became active in local politics in my 30s . T hen, with help behind the scenes, I literally burst onto the scene as a candidate for national office in my 40s.
They said I had a golden tongue and could talk anyone into anything.
I had a virtually non-existent resume, little work history and no experience in leading a single organization.
Yet I was a powerful speaker , and citizens were drawn to me as though I were a magnet and they were small roofing tacks.
I drew incredibly large crowds during my public appearances.
This bolstered my ego.
At first, my political campaign focused on my country’s foreign policy...
I was very critical of my country in the last war and seized every opportunity to bash my country.
But what launched my rise to national prominence were my views on the country’s economy.
I pretended to have a really good plan on how we could do better, and every poor person would be fed and housed for free.
I knew which group was responsible for getting us into this mess.
It was the free market, banks and corporations.
I decided to start making citizens hate them ; and, if they became envious of others who did well, the plan was clinched tight.
I called mine “A People’s Campaign.
That sounded good to all people.
I was the surprise candidate because I emerged from outside the traditional path of politics and was able to gain widespread popular support.
I knew that if I merely offered the people ‘hope’, together we could change our country and the world.
So, I started to make my speeches sound like they were on behalf of the downtrodden, poor, ignorant to include “persecuted minorities.”
My true views were not widely known , and I kept them unknown until after I became my nation’s leader.
I had to carefully guard reality, as anybody could have easily found out what I really believed if they had simply read my writings and examined those people I associated with.
I’m glad they didn’t.
Then I became the most powerful man in the world.
And then the world learned the truth.
Who am I?
answer: ADOLPH HITLER .
If you were thinking of SOMEONE ELSE, you should be scared ... very scared!