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Posted on 05/04/2017 5:18:52 AM PDT by navysealdad
The sex secrets of the young Barack Obama have been revealed in an authoritative new biography of the ex-president. Obama slept with his girlfriend Genevieve Cook on their first date, before she wrote him a poem about their 'f***ing' and called their sex 'passionate', the book about the former president reveals. They also did cocaine together - and after they split she slept with his best friend. Obama also considered a gay relationship while at college, twice proposed to another white girlfriend, and cheated on Michelle with his ex during the first year of their relationship.
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I don’t think his coming out as a homo would hurt him at all. What’s gonna happen to him?
Which proves that homosexuality is a choice, not something you're born with.
Because they are hypocrites just like all other leftists.
Obama gets a pass in the same way and for the same reasons that Bill Clinton got a pass back in his day.
They are both "progressive" liberals, pro-abortion, and the darlings of the democrats and other leftists.
Remember the lack of outcry from women's groups back in the Bill Clinton days when his raping and abuse of women became known?
Even ultra-feminist Gloria Steinhem of NOW rationalized Bill Clintons sexual abuse and conceived her "One Free Grope" policy in a misguided effort to provide him some protection from his accusers.
And don't forget how the women's groups have also protected Hillary Clinton by minimizing and ignoring her personal attacks on Bill's rape victims - those she called 'Bimbos'.
Her attempts to smear Bill's victims were so egregious that Bill, as president, sought to use executive privilege to keep secret first lady Hillary's talks with aides about the women.
BS story about “Bathhouse Barry”
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Soft peddling ben-dover Barry’s past and current homosexuality and providing him some cover for coming out and divorcing Mandela
All these years, his supports would foam at the mouth if you accused their Man, Obama of being Gay!
Ok, what real Man EVER “Thought About Having a Homosexual Relationship”!
He is and has always been a Queer!
Pass, thanks. Not sure who this obama person is. Drawing a complete blank at the name.
According to a high school classmate in Punejo school in Hawaii, he did more than ‘flirt’ with being gay. He would sell himself to rich gay tourists for cocaine.
her sexploits.
Like the Saturday Evening Post to these asshats.
How quaint......
This is nothing new: all one had to do was read his poetry about smelling the stench of his dad,that was offensive enough for me to nearly throw up about it in my mouth. Google His poetry about his dad + you’ll see he gave it away there. This FACT was covered by nobody. Go to google and be sickened. He was brought up as a Muslim in Frank Marshall Davis’ Filth. Go on and read Obamas poetry, THAT does not lie.
“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;
I’m sure he’s 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 he’s still telling
His joke, so I ask why
He’s so unhappy, to which he replies…
But I don’t care anymore, cause
He took too damn long, and from
Under my seat, I pull out the
Mirror I’ve been saving; I’m 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 I’ve 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
Pop’s black-framed glasses
And know he’s laughing too.
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