O’Bama? O’Poser!

“Ah Bejaysus and Begorrah! Oi’ll be swearin’ boi the auld shrine to the
Vorgin with the shamrocks growin’ round it next to the hill where Cuchullain
slew the Great Leprechaun of Kildare on St Patrick’s Day that Barack Seamus
O’Toole Flaherty Joyce O’Bama is the most Irish US president that ever set foot
on the Emerald Oisle, so he is, so he is.

“Except, when he’s in Africa, of course, when he disappears into the dry ice
and re-emerges with a grass skirt and a bone through his nose and declares
himself to be Mandingo, Prince of the Bloodline of the Bonga People, Drinker of
Cattle Urine, Father of A Thousand Warrior Sons, Keeper of King Solomon’s Mines,
Barehanded Slayer of Lions, Undaunted Victim of the Evil Colonial British
Empire.

“And in the Middle East, where he is Al-Barak Hussein Obama, Protector of the
Holy Shrine, Smiter of the Kuffar, Lion of the Desert,
Tent-Loving-Aficionado-of-the-Oversweetened-Coffee, Chomper of Sheeps’ Eyeballs,
Restorer of the Caliphate.”

Delingpole REALLY does get it, as he concludes:

“Obama is just doing now what all bullies and losers start doing when they
realise how unpopular they are and that everyone is abandoning them. They suck
up to anybody and everybody. They whore themselves piteously before enemies they
once considered beneath their contempt. Fain will they fill their bellies with
husks that swine eat – but which no man will give them: and serve them jolly
well right, too!

“By all means let us enjoy watching Obama smarm and grovel and ingratiate
himself like some presidential Uriah Heep. But for heaven’s sake let us never
give him the benefit of the doubt. He’s a cold fish and would certainly never
show any mercy towards us were the roles to be reversed.”