Prime's Worm Hole : Obama's New Girl

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Obama's New Girl

Remember the Obama girl from last year's campaign? The one who did all the sexy youtube videos about her love for yes we can man from illinois? Well it certainly looked like the president had a new candidate in mind for his next campaign girl while visiting the G8 summit this week.

Beauty Who Turned Obama's Head Is a Brazilian from Rio

Rarely do I blog about the same issue twice in two days, but the president being caught before the world, clearly staring at a teenager's butt has got to be worth more than just some passing commentary and then sinking into the stacks of oblivion. Not even wild Bill Clinton ever got caught actually lusting. But here we have president Obama in a clearly captured moment of compromise? And the media first closes ranks and chuckles, then begins tendering plausible deniability scenarios before moving on to other things as if this straying of the eye was much ado about nothing.

I first saw the photograph of the president's wandering eye yesterday and since then I have seen the video of the G8 group photo where the presidential FUBAR occurred numerous times. I have seen everyone from ABC to FOX News back peddling and offering everything from abject denials to outright apologies of supposed humor for the president's actions at the G8.

ABC went as far as to analyze the footage and assert that "looks can be deceiving".....that the president was only looking down at the step for his footing, or that he was assisting the woman behind him and searching for her hand to assist her. According to ABC? He clearly wasn't looking at the ass of a 16 year old girl. Mean while, they laughingly questioned the actions of French president Sarkozy and seemed to want to transpose all guilt of askance looking onto his shoulders. Yet it is the look on Sarkozy's face that is the major giveaway as to what Obama was really looking at.

The media can parse it until hell freezes over, but Sarkozy and everyone else observing saw and they know what they saw. I know what I see in that photo and I know what I saw when I looked at the still photograph and compared it to the the video. The only difference between Obama and Sarkozy, is that Obama corrects himself quickly while Sarkozy goes on leering at the girl's backside.

And lastly, the media's version of this young Brazilian girl as a beauty? Leaves a lot for open interpretation in my opinion. If her ass qualifies as the sole gradient for beauty, then I suppose she is in the running for Miss Universe. But when she turned around to face the cameras? All I saw was an average looking girl at best.

But then again as the president noted by example, who was looking at the face. The following collage has a better perspective of what was really going on at the G8 group photo IMO. And from the looks of it? It wasn't just the ass of some 16 year old Brazilian girl who was getting all the attention by the male contingent of world leaders.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...: Clearly you are seeing what you want to see. I have watched the video many times (at several sites to ensure getting the same video) and how anyone can reach the conclusion that he is checking out the girl is beyond me.; July 12, 2009 at 1:59:00 PM EST
Prime said...: Perhaps you are right. Then again? I believe that several dozen million people saw what they wanted to see when they voted for the interloper last November and ignored the warnings.

Now I wonder what they see.; July 12, 2009 at 4:16:00 PM EST

Prime's Worm hole

This is a place for me to muse about the issues that affect our world. My world and my country and my life in particular. I can say what I want to here and those who may stumble across my musings, are welcome to comment,or not. America is under siege. Everything this nation has ever represented, is now being torn asunder and crushed by the onslaught of egalitarian socialism. All morals and social values have been devolved into the belief that systemic racism, is the only underlying cause or reason for any societal ills in America. And that representation, is nothing but a Trojan Horse argument. A means of getting the egalitarian camel's nose into the tent. And now that it has been inserted? There is mayhem and anarchy and burning and looting all across America. And the only questions that remains to be asked and answered? Are these. When is enough enough and when will the American people call full stop and take the law into their own hands, to repel this socialist based attack on the Constitution and our personal freedoms.

Thinking

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then -- just to loosen up and be a part of the crowd.
Inevitably, though, one thought led to another and soon I was more than just a social thinker.

I began to think alone -- "to relax", I told myself -- but I knew it wasn't true.
Thinking became more and more important to me and finally I was thinking all the time.

I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't help myself.

I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau, Muir, Confucius and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"

One day the boss called me in. He said, "Listen, I like you and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job."

"Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking..."

"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!" "But Honey, surely it's not that serious." "It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver.

"You think as much as college professors and college professors don't make that much money, so if you keep on thinking, we won't have any money!"
She exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional drama.

"I'm going to the library," I snarled
I headed for the library, in the mood for some John Locke. I roared into the parking lot with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors.

They didn't open. The library was closed.

To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night.

Leaning on the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Emerson, a poster caught my eye, "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked.

This is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker.

I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting.

I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me.

Today I took the final step...I joined the Democratic Party

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If you are able,
save them a place
inside of you
and save one backward glance
when you are leaving
for the places they can
no longer go.
Be not ashamed to say
you loved them,
though you may
or may not have always.
Take what they have left
and what they have taught you
with their dying
and keep it with your own.
And in that time
when men decide and feel safe
to call the war insane,
take one moment to embrace
those gentle heroes
you left behind.

Major Michael Davis O'Donnell
1 January 1970
Dak To, Vietnam

Captain Michael O'Donnell was lost in Cambodia on March 24 1970, while flying a UH1 rescue helicopter, trying to rescue an eight man LRRP team under attack in Cambodia. He was listed as MIA along with the eight he had attempted to rescue after his UH1 Huey was shot down by enemy fire. The official military report listed the eight as shot down 'non survivable' and 'non recoverable.'

Michael O'Donnell was submitted for the Congressional Medal of Honor for his actions that day. He was awarded the Distinguished flying cross, the Bronze Star, The Air Medal and The Purple Heart and he was promoted to the rank of Major (posthumously).

In 1978 he was officially listed as KIA by the Department of Defense.

A little about the philosophy of the author

The Borg Conspiracy is one man's purely pedestrian thoughts, independent musings and frequently cheeky commentaries...Mixed with an abundance of patriotism, love of God, and love of country.

My thoughts?

In my opinion........in another generation, all that will remain of our once great republic, may be little more than what is left to weather the passage of time in the form of a few obscure and forgotten monuments to the great American experiment.

If America should fail....let it be written as her epitaph.....died by her own hand. The greatest experiment in freedom ever undertaken, lost in the end to the pursuit of the illusion that egalitarian tolerance was more valuable than individual freedom.

Let us be warned.
Franklin, Payne, Jefferson. They all knew the consequences of the lack of vigilance and they tried to warn us. They gave us a document as our guide post. We were to guard it and revere it and use it to guide and govern our future and our posterity.

No one listened.