There like putty in my hands

I am Rasputin... yes down there too...

Fall under my spell my little Tsarinas....

Mmwwuuhahaaha!

Kiss my ring!

You are getting sleepy......You will do my bidding........you will believe everything I tell you.....

"Don't go into the light, Carol-Anne!"
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An important senator is hit by a truck and dies on the street. He arrives at the pearly gates and is greeted by St. Peter.

"Well," says St. Peter, "we seldom see a member of Congress up here, and we've decided that you must spend one day in hell and one in heaven and then choose where to spend eternity."

And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator to hell. When the doors open below, he finds himself on a cool, green golf course. (It looks a lot like St. Andrews in Scotland.) His friends and old colleagues greet him with warmth and bonhomie, eager to reminisce about the good times they had getting rich at taxpayer expense and fattening their pet pigs. After a round of golf and a massage, they dine on lobster, caviar and champagne. Satan turns out to be a very friendly fellow, with laughter and jokes.

Soon the 24 hours pass and the senator returns to heaven, where he spends another amiable 24 hours, playing the harp, floating from cloud to cloud, admiring angels who look a lot like Marilyn Monroe, singing all the many verses of "Amazing Grace," and enjoying the pleasures of discipline and restraint. St. Peter finally tells him it's time to choose.

"Well," the senator says, "heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell. They're my kind of people."

St. Peter escorts him to the elevator for his final descent into hell. When the doors open this time, he finds himself in a barren land of waste, rubble and garbage. His friends, in rags, are picking up garbage, stuffing it into ever bigger bags as rubbish continually falls from above.

"I don't understand," the frightened senator stammers. "Yesterday there was a golf course, a clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar and drank champagne at restaurants that looked a lot like the Palm and Charlie Palmer's, and had a high old time. Now there's nothing but garbage and my friends look miserable."

"Ah," says Satan, "yesterday we were campaigning. Today, you voted."

Did I mention "change"?

See it in my hands, don't you?

Put the whole world in my hands!

gimme that crown! i'll be good - i promise.

You Are About To Be Bamaboozled.

Walk to the light, mere mortal.

So Rezko grabs me by the face and says "Bammy, there will be a time that I call upon you for a favour"

"Pull my fingers"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Aw, c'mon. Do I look like a liar?

Whatever you hear me say about NAFTA, you must remember this...

It's only rhetoric... it's only rhetoric... it's only rhetoric...

"Stand and deliver!"

You are getting sleepy, soon you will vote for me. Sleepy, vote for me....

"Welcome to my utopian liberal world view"

When this is all over, imagine that I have Bill's head in my hands and I'm going too..........

Nah, your all wrong. It's time for some b ball baby....

"That's right, just throw me the keys..."

I put my hands around your neck and you wrap your arms around me.

My previous line of course should have been the song line:

'I've got the whole world in my hands'.

"It's easy, when hold the elephant by its left nut, just like this..."

"No, No, THIS is how I want you to catch my farts"

Hey you sweet thing you..... come with me to the back of the plane and join the "mile high" club.

"Okay okay, kay, mkay...

Pass her back! Pass her back!

My turn... gimmie the bong!"

Behold my invisible rays of "yes we can"!!!

"HEAL!!"

Not enough Baptists in the house, obviously.

"Farrakhan? Dude is that you???? C'mere and give a brother some love!"

Come on now. Don't be selfish. Pass the KOOLAID around to everyone.

"Calm down and just throw me your wallets"

"I hold in my hands, my accomplishments to date"

(Everybody singing) "He's got the whole world in his hands..."

HEAL!!"

Not enough Baptists in the house, obviously.

Healing is so passe. I think he is about to create hope out of thin air. Or else he is imagining running his hands through all that change that is coming his way.

I saw in the night visions, and, behold, one like the Son of man came with the clouds of heaven, and came to the Ancient of days, and they brought him near before him.

I`ve got balls this big!

Catching the invisible football, Obama prepares to race for an imaginary goal.

Catching the invisible football, Obama prepares to race for an imaginary goal.

See if you take the truth and twist it just a little like this...

I gotcha now, Hillary.

I got her by the balls! He, he, he.

Unite comrades-yes, yes, yes I can - make you all into yes men. Gimme the power and I'll make you CHANGE.

Throw me the ball! I'm open!

Nothing up my sleeves, same as in my head!

Come. Come. I will lead you to lotus land. Come. Come

1. "Welcome to Fantasy Island!"
2. Obama proudly displays his policy document.
3. "Votes! Votes! Yummy human votes!" (from the new horror/thriller "Presidency of the Living Dead")

I'm talkin bout "change" where a nickel will be this big brother!

Ya see , you just have to take the Bam-boozle ball, and pass it on!
Here ya go; just take it.

"Hey man, smell these; cause the left one smells like change."

"So the old prime-minister grabs the guys head."

"What this , ain't no wedding ring"

"Yeah, yeah and they're passing babies to me, like I'm some kind of Messiah"

"You got anything in want of a changin: then pass it on over brother."

"No really , I'm all checked out for one of these birds, Throw me keys"

i can twist anything

"Hallelujah, it's a boy!"

..and then I grabbed her ass...

"Here, this is exactly what you need. It will solve all of your problems."

"All of your children are mine!"

Who cares if I dropped the ball. You'll never see that picture in the newspapers.

Have a look. Do you see 666 anywhere?

Allah Akbar!

Nothing up my right sleeve.....

Your feeble skills are no match for the power of the dark side!

This is how I will wring McCain's neck!

"Hey, man, I'm tellin ya... the score is World 24, US 0. It's 4th down and 10. Three seconds left in the forth quarter. Gimme the ball and it's a win. Yes we can!!!"

We are Barack.
Resistance is futile.
You will be assimilated.

"frow me de bawl,man frow Me de bawl"!!!

"Gimme your money, fool!"

Well, come on Lefties. The guy is a DemocRat, right? Higher taxes, bigger government? Pony up, dorks.

while taking a break from curing cancer, Senator Obama demonstrates how he delivered a baby after recuing kittens from a burning building.

E.T.! Welcome home!

All your money are belong to us.

"Can I feel your boobies? Billy says he always gets to do that!"

"Yeah, I used to breed elephants. I'd hold a bucket-like thingy like so over the tip of the male pachyderm's schlauson pole and... Well, lemmee tellya, them big dudes has got the biggest screwin' poles in the world!"

"Faint, my minions, faint!

Myyy preciousss...

Heal,heal,believe in me and you will be healed !!

Michelle loves America this much.

You are getting sleepy, sleepy, . . . . give me all your money . . .

"Come on. Throw that baby over here so I can kiss it. I promise I'm better at football than Kerry."

"Come on. Throw that baby over here so I can kiss it. I promise I'm better at football than Kerry."

"Here in my hands you can see the substance of my policies for Amerika..."

Reaching out to strangle hope and life from America.

"Imagine you are holding a white, Christian, gunowning, freedom-loving American..."

"Billary! How's about a hug?"

The 12th Imam reaches to fulfil the prophecy...

"That is the last time you use my middle name..."

"This is the sum of my talk - action..."

"Shazam! America. Now you see it, now you don't."

The last thing freedom will see in January 2009.

If I knew how to use photoshop...

"No dude... Seriously. Come here, I'll bet I can heal your blindness!!"

"Come in all, the man they call Reveen"

OOOOO Hillary, you are a handfull.

"and what rough beast its hour come round at last slouches toward Bethlehem to be born."

Read the whole poem by WB Yeats; it seems to suit this campaign.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Second_Coming_(poem)

Heeeeere's Oprah!

Obamagirl! Are those for me??? Are they real???

"... so then Teddy says, 'I go around this corner, and there's this bridge, right?'"

"Senator Obama demonstrates how to catch softball questions from CNN."

"After we win this election, we'll win another election and another election. You see, this is my life. It always will be. There's nothing else. Just us ..... and the electorate .... and those wonderful people out there in the dark ..... Alright Mr. DeMille ..... I'm ready for my close-up ......"

"Who's yer Daddy!"

Damn, slipped right through my fingers!

"In my hands I hold your future!"

Come with me to the Casbah.

'Just wait till I grab hold of THE PRESIDENCY...You ain't seen nothin' yet.

see ,ah have loosed ma shackles

Watch me.... I crush Hillary's white head with my bare black hands......oooh, that was fun....Watch me.... I crush Hillary's white head with my bare black hands.....

Come here baby ... that's it ... show me a liddle pucker ... that's it ... just do it ... just do it ... oh, that's a cute liddle pucker ... just do it.

Aaahaa ; Here, give me the camera and I'll get a picture of them kissing your ass.

"Why don't you come to the front of the line, so you can drink your Kool-Aid first?"

"Gimmee the damn ball!"

*If I don't cite Keyshawn, will anybody notice? *

"In my hands I hold the power to influence a large cohort of conservative blog readers to witlessly make bad caption jokes that only they think are funny"

Cheers!

Leto

"Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Obama plagiarizes yet another famous quote. This time from the Statue of Liberty!

Obama plagiarizes yet another famous quote. This time from the Statue of Liberty:

"Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Conservatives call for the privatization of the CBC!

Just kidding. Actually, their members of the House of Commons SCCH also support--along with the Libs, the NDP, and the Bloc--stable, multi-year funding for the Ceeb, indexed to inflation.

Oh, sure, they want to see an itemized budget before they agree to funding increases, but it's widely agreed among observers that the Ceeb's mandate already surpasses their existing resources, so justifying even more funding shouldn't be a big deal (and indeed, CBC execs are quite elated with the report).

Once again, SDA readers' opinions are roundly ignored by their purported political party. Face it, folks: they just want your votes, not your ideas.

Helped by MSM Obama pulls a Houdini and makes his middle name "Hussein" disappear!

Thanks to the purchase of carbon offsets, the Obama campaign's carbon footprint is only this big!

"Look, I can point to eight women who have fainted before me in just the last ten minutes."

*Vive le Quebec Libre*

Hey come on man, not so hard; chuck another one.

"And just before he kicks it, she , she , ahh ha, she pulls it away"

SNAKES!
STOMP THEM!
Stomp those snakes that would deny us our change"; Oh man , give me the camera man, quick!

I don't care how many of em have to wait.
I'm Joe Freakin Montana , not Barack Obama, now holds your hands up like this, cause we're gona do this aaaallll night long, if thats what it takes.

Then, then , Oh Man,. Then Bill say's, "This is the way she holds her liquor"

Hillary's breasts are THIS big !!

Phenomenon, Democrat (noun, def 13.) The ability to catch an invisible football and carry it through imaginary goal-posts, convincing true believers that the resulting touch-down is for real.

"Brains . . . brains. . . "

Come to Jesus.