The Itiod: Tales Of The Great Obamacles

Part One: The Palinite Stone.

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After the great oratory gathering at the Temple of Barack, located in the city of Obamopolis, Obamacles was riding high on a wave of euphoria and delusional grandeur. At such time when he should have been the most popular and the chosen deliverer of much extravagant fanfare for the purpose of healing his land, his fate was being decided in secret.McCainus Maximus was ready to strike. And strike he did, for it came to be that he cast a Palinite stone brought in from the great north, and struck Obamacles in the head.

Well, suffice it to say, it left a mark.

But more than just a second degree contusion, it caused Obamacles and his supporters to become dazed, confused, and bewildered. Things were not clear, they were foggy, murky, and opaque. And the sirens sang no more for Obamacles, rather, they sang for the Palinite Stone .

The people were not prepared for such a thing to happen, for up to that point in time, no one dared to attempt to lay and wait for one such as, Obamacles the Great. Mass Communicaticus had forbidden it. It had been written by the ones they called "the screamerasmus" and the socialistus billionairium". How bold and unheard of it was to put forth a Palinite stone against the anointed one.

So it then came to pass that Obamacles set forth with a mission given to thirty (or so) choice men and women, who were believed to be the choicest of the choice, and cream of the crop. These were the bravest stone finders he could find and he sent them forth to investigate, explore, track, and hunt the source of the Palinite rock that had been the source of confusion and bewilderment, the one that left the second degree contusion on the forehead of Obamacles. He loudly proclaimed, "we must find the source of the stone and study it's environment, so that this may never happen again".

~TO BE CONTINUED~


Next Week: Part Two - Leaving No Stone Unturned

Friday Funnies

Maybe you have read the tale of Obamacles, now comes the tale of Obamafeld:



Go ahead, squeeze a cheap laugh out of it. No one cares. Then you can cry, because these words were spoken by the real people.

In a way, it'd be nice if this was a show...because we could shut it off.

No harm, no foul, shut it off.

Click. Boom. Gone.