Thursday, November 20, 2008

Everybody has a "to do" list and the recently elected President, Barack Obama is no different. In January he will be moving into the White House and will take over the reigns of government. In the mean time he has his transition team working around the clock to have everything ready at the magic moment when he takes his office.
But while the transition team is busy, he has his own list of prioities that must be taken of. It is Obama's "to do" list. Recently we received what was told to us, to be the "to do" list for president-elect Barack Obama.
For the first time this list is being made public.
Barack Obama’s To Do List

10) Spread the Wealth
9) Declare November 4th as annual Black Liberation Day
8) Appoint Bill Ayers as Director of Homeland Security
7) Plan the date for the first annual lighting of the National Kwanzaa Tree
6) Let Osama know that it is safe to come out of his cave now.
5) Ask Bill Clinton what is the best way to sneak chubby interns into the Oval Office
4) Hunt down that Joe the Plumber Guy - It’s payback time!
3) Have the Statue of Liberty removed and replace it with Aunt Jamima
2) Have the White House painted brown and rename it the Mutt House
1) Now that the election is over there will be time to learn to tap dance like the cool black dude in the Shirley Temple movies

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

I Barrack Obama now that I am elected president, promise you a Caddilac in every garage. A watermellon and spare rib on every plate. A drug dealer on every corner. A driveby shooting a least once a day. I promise gangsta rap on every radio station. I promise cars going by with the bass cranked so loud it shakes the car. I promise you will never have to listen to hateful speech from conservatives. You will not have to worry about guns anymore because only my people will have them and we will use them to cause terror to whites who have oppressed us for so long. I Barrack Obama promise a better America. An America of and for the Negroes.

Anonymous said...

When this man says spread the wealth, folks, dont believe he is talking about Whitey. Whitey aint going to get CRAP! Welcome to the Welfare state ladies and gents. You are going to have much more of the same crap that has happened since F.D.R. The white man works the negroes consume. Except now the white man is going to keep less and less of what he produces while the negro does nothing and gets paid for it. Ronald Reagan has rolled over in his grave.

Jacob Masters said...

I think I am going to die laughing! Thanks for posting!

Anonymous said...

Hey don't forget Ebonics will now be our official language too. The food stamp will be our official currency. All will be great in the welfare state!

Anonymous said...

This post is so hateful. He hasn't even taken office yet and you are already pouring out your racist hatred. Please remember that America is bigger (and brighter) than Arkansas or the rest of the South. The future of America is definitely multicultural, but nevertheless merit oriented. So, give Barrack a chance. Let him prove himself. We've had a very bright white man in the white house for the last eight years and look what that got us.

Mark,
Lincoln NE

Anonymous said...

I thought the Klan was not about hate? Well, I guess I won't be joining now, because it appears you are about hate. And, I bet that this message doesn't get to stay on here. I have just a little bit to say to show you that you are wrong, but you are close minded and have one goal in life, and that is to spread hate. All the real answers are right on this site, but you're only pointing out the wrong parts. You can't see the forest for the trees.

Anonymous said...

Yes give Barrack a chance let him prove himself. Let him take away our freedom. Let him take away our gun rights. Let him call Congress the Politboro. Rush Limbaugh on his show had a excerpt from Balack Obama saying he did not agree with constitution because it limited what the State could do to you. If that aint a communist what is.

Anonymous said...

Oh this is so racist huh? Yet if the colored leaders said critical stereotypes about whites there would be nothing said right? What a bunch of hypocrites you people are! Thank you Pastor Robb for showing this hypocrisy.

Anonymous said...

BOO HOO HOO!!! Mark. How terrible the mean old whites poking fun at the blacks. I will give you a tissue if you want one!! BOO HOO HOO! What a homo.

Anonymous said...

Hilarious!

Anonymous said...

I bet he promises a white woman in every bedroom too.

Anonymous said...

Humor is good and necessary.

I sing silly songs about blacks almost every day. Not because I hate black people, but as a method of coping with the issues of the day.

If Dr. William Pierce had made silly songs or jokes, for his private use, about political problems, he might still be alive today.

This helps keep the 'pressure-cooker' from exploding. It is to be done in moderation.

A little bit of silliness in life from time to time is very therapeutic. In regard to blacks, on the part of whites, this silliness keeps them from falling into the vice of worshiping blacks -- which is a grave sin, to worship anyone or anything but God.

Taking one's own self too seriously leads to self-conceit; so, in like manner, taking negroes too seriously leads to an inferiority complex on the part of white people -- which may be what we're seeing to day. We certainly are seeing negrophilia, and those who are offended at silliness directed at blacks come very close to being negrophiles.

Anonymous said...

You probably had no intention of joining anyway!!!

NCKnight said...

The Story of Little Black Barack.

Once upon a time there was a little black boy, and his name
was Little Black Barack.

And his mother was called White Trash Mumbo.

And his father was called Black Jumbo.

And White Trash Mumbo made him a beautiful little Red Coat, and a
pair of beautiful little blue trousers.

And Black Jumbo went to the Bazaar, and stole him a beautiful
Green Umbrella, and a lovely little Pair of Purple Shoes with
Crimson Soles and Crimson Linings.

And then wasn't Little Black Barack grand?

So he put on all his Fine Clothes, and went out for a walk in
the Jungle. And by and by he met a Tiger. And the Tiger said
to him, "Little Black Barack, I'm going to eat you up!" And
Little Black Barack said, "Oh! Please Mr. Tiger, don't eat me
up, and I'll give you my beautiful little Red Coat." So the
Tiger said, "Very well, I won't eat you this time, but you
must give me your beautiful little Red Coat." So the Tiger
got poor Little Black Barack's beautiful little Red Coat, and
went away saying, "Now I'm the grandest Tiger in the Jungle."

And Little Black Barack went on, and by and by he met another
Tiger, and it said to him, "Little Black Barack, I'm going to
eat you up!" And Little Black Barack said, "Oh! Please Mr.
Tiger, don't eat me up, and I'll give you my beautiful little
Blue Trousers." So the Tiger said, "Very well, I won't eat
you this time, but you must give me your beautiful little Blue
Trousers." So the Tiger got poor Little Black Barack's
beautiful little Blue Trousers, and went away saying, "Now I'm
the grandest Tiger in the Jungle."

And Little Black Barack went on, and by and by he met another
Tiger, and it said to him, "Little Black Barack, I'm going to
eat you up!" And Little Black Barack said, "Oh! Please Mr.
Tiger, don't eat me up, and I'll give you my beautiful little
Purple Shoes with Crimson Soles and Crimson Linings."

But the Tiger said, "What use would your shoes be to me? I've
got four feet, and you've got only two; you haven't got enough
shoes for me."

But Little Black Barack said, "You could wear them on your
ears."

"So I could," said the Tiger: "that's a very good idea. Give
them to me, and I won't eat you this time."

So the Tiger got poor Little Black Barack's beautiful little
Purple Shoes with Crimson Soles and Crimson Linings, and went
away saying, "Now I'm the grandest Tiger in the Jungle."

And by and by Little Black Barack met another Tiger, and it
said to him, "Little Black Barack, I'm going to eat you up!"
And Little Black Barack said, "Oh! Please Mr. Tiger, don't eat
me up, and I'll give you my beautiful Green Umbrella." But
the Tiger said, "How can I carry an umbrella, when I need all
my paws for walking with?"

"You could tie a knot on your tail and carry it that way,"
said Little Black Barack. "So I could," said the Tiger."
Give it to me, and I won't eat you this time." So he got poor
Little Black Barack's beautiful Green Umbrella, and went away
saying, "Now I'm the grandest Tiger in the Jungle."

And poor Little Black Barack went away crying, because the
cruel Tigers had taken all his fine clothes.

Presently he heard a horrible noise that sounded like "Gr-r-r-
r-rrrrrr," and it got louder and louder. "Oh! dear!" said
Little Black Barack, "there are all the Tigers coming back to
eat me up! What shall I do?" So he ran quickly to a palm-
tree, and peeped round it to see what the matter was.

And there he saw all the Tigers fighting, and disputing which
of them was the grandest. And at last they all got so angry
that they jumped up and took off all the fine clothes, and
began to tear each other with their claws, and bite each other
with their great big white teeth.

And they came, rolling and tumbling right to the foot of the
very tree where Little Black Barack was hiding, but he jumped
quickly in behind the umbrella. And the Tigers all caught
hold of each other's tails, as they wrangled and scrambled,
and so they found themselves in a ring round the tree.

Then, when the Tigers were very wee and very far away, Little
Black Barack jumped up, and called out, "Oh! Tigers! why have
you taken off all your nice clothes? Don't you want them any
more?" But the Tigers only answered, "Gr-r-rrrr!"

Then Little Black Barack said, "If you want them, say so, or
I'll take them away." But the Tigers would not let go of each
other's tails, and so they could only say "Gr-r-r-rrrrrr!"

So Little Black Barack put on all his fine clothes again and
walked off.

And the Tigers were very, very angry, but still they would not
let go of each other's tails. And they were so angry, that
they ran round the tree, trying to eat each other up, and they
ran faster and faster, till they were whirling round so fast
that you couldn't see their legs at all.

And they still ran faster and faster and faster, till they all
just melted away, and there was nothing left but a great big
pool of melted butter (or "ghi," as it is called in India)
round the foot of the tree.

Now Black Jumbo was just coming home from dealing drugs all day, with a
great big brass pot in his arms, and when he saw what was left
of all the Tigers he said, "Oh! what lovely melted butter!
I'll take that home to White Trash Mumbo for her to cook with."

So he put it all into the great big brass pot, and took it
home to White Trash Mumbo to cook with.

When White Trash Mumbo saw the melted butter, wasn't she pleased!
"Now," said she, "we'll all have pancakes for supper!"

So she got flour and eggs and milk and sugar and butter, and
she made a huge big plate of most lovely pancakes. And she
fried them in the melted butter which the Tigers had made, and
they were just as yellow and brown as little Tigers.

And then they all sat down to supper. And White Trash Mumbo ate
Twenty-seven pancakes, and Black Jumbo ate Fifty-five but
Little Black Barack ate a Hundred and Sixty-nine, because he
was so hungry.

THE END