I'm sure Obama will be writing another book, called Food of my Father. It will be a cook book with recipes and stories to go along with each recipe. It will read something like this. It took me all day to catch Jake the family dog. He knew something was up. Once caught and skinned he was put in a pot and slow cooked with vegtables from the family garden where Jake use to sleep. The first bite was hard to chew but with fresh vegtables and gravy it was quite delicious. The book will contain 50 recipes and heart warming stories to match.
Well, for one thing the critter hasn't been gutted, butchered, cooked, and served on a bed of lettuce with Indonesian fermented fish sauce and a nice selection of side dishes.
Every time I try to picture our pooch with a big sprig of parsley behind one ear, I kinda fall over laughing.
Somebody needs to come up with a Photoshop image of the dog that Odumbo's handlers ordered Stanley Ann's Little Bastard to buy so as to make him look sort of like a real American citizen once he'd gotten into the White House.
Show it on a platter, with suitable garnish, Michelle's and Barry's co-conspirators gathered 'round the table Norman-Rockwell-style.
Dreams From My Father was first published in 1995, and the story of how Mr Obama returned to Kenya in 1988 to trace his roots has become the cornerstone of his political biography. Yet the US media appears to have overlooked the passage indicating that at least one relative of Mr Obama’s had moved to America and might still be there.
Two thirds of the way through the book Mr Obama’s half-sister talked about Africans who had emigrated to the West and were never heard of again, “like our Uncle Omar, in Boston . . . They’ve been lost, you see”.
A few pages later Mr Obama meets his step-grandmother, Sarah, for the first time in the village of Kogelo. On the walls of her hut are photographs of Omar, “the uncle who had left for America 25 years ago and never came back”. Touchingly, she asks the future presidential candidate if he has any news of Omar, her son and Mr Obama’s half-uncle.
Skyler
Arthur
Trisha and Jupiter
And these are Trisha's puppies.
Who would try to hurt my girl
IT'S DESPICABLE of OB...!!!
Every time I try to picture our pooch with a big sprig of parsley behind one ear, I kinda fall over laughing.
Somebody needs to come up with a Photoshop image of the dog that Odumbo's handlers ordered Stanley Ann's Little Bastard to buy so as to make him look sort of like a real American citizen once he'd gotten into the White House.
Show it on a platter, with suitable garnish, Michelle's and Barry's co-conspirators gathered 'round the table Norman-Rockwell-style.
My dog doesn't like Oslime.
Two thirds of the way through the book Mr Obama’s half-sister talked about Africans who had emigrated to the West and were never heard of again, “like our Uncle Omar, in Boston . . . They’ve been lost, you see”.
A few pages later Mr Obama meets his step-grandmother, Sarah, for the first time in the village of Kogelo. On the walls of her hut are photographs of Omar, “the uncle who had left for America 25 years ago and never came back”. Touchingly, she asks the future presidential candidate if he has any news of Omar, her son and Mr Obama’s half-uncle.
the name of Onyango Obama, 67, was arrested last week on Wednesday after he nearly
rammed his SUV into a police car in Framingham, Massachusetts.