What if it was; Friday the 13th? deep into his thoughts, Barack exposed, waiting
for his witch, Obama sits next to his famous but secret Mango Tree deep inside
the basement of the White House. In Mosul, ISIS freed Al Qaeda fighters from prisons and
Iraqi officers set fire to fuel and ammunition depots as they retreated.
"Mosul now is like hell. It's in flames and death is everywhere," the seed is spreading and the Mango tree is growing. The new world map, the muslim map. the obama caliphate.
Michelle
would stay on her knees, that's what he always wanted and he would hand her a
bowl of rice and watch her eat his food as the tray fits her crotch and he
spread a handful of rice over her breasts concealing the Mango seed that
intense flame of him.
Like oil
his evil seed would not mix with non Muslims, she would never suffer any harm
and he held a circular bowl of cold water and poured it over her, nearly
drowning her tears and he recoiled himself back into his cloth.
He was now
ready for his people, they would want to hear his truth, commanding them as
their ruler, only his six foot frame stood tall, but his magic had been
drifting, working with the cobras in the peoples house, their fangs leaving
marks now, he would make them harmless and their democratic poison and their
venomous constitution with minute doses of his words and his Mango power would
destroy them all.
The people, the little
animals would accept his teachings, like father to children, the very young
would know the way, increasing in numbers they were fooled, some tricks, some
explanations, like little birds the media carried his impossible message,
hypnotized the human beings enjoyed their new cage, coils of welfare, bowls of
food, doses of his Mango seeds and every family enjoyed their pigeon food.
Obama took
a long knife, the chanting had stopped and the chicken was brought to him,
drawing a line, away from the head, starting at the beak, the bird, representing
the world remained motionless for considerable time, with no struggling and
even removing his hands the bird lay still, waiting for the mark, the mark of
the devil, he had killed the bird and held the head between his palms and said,
the people have been held, the people did not struggle, they have listened to
my words and have appreciated every deed across my earth and they have been
fed, they have been killed and they had been happy. Praise be to Allah
His nerves are particularly raw as Benghazi, Fast and Furious, ISIS, BLM, EPA, Bundy Cattle, Iran Nuclear Bombs, Bergdahl Traitor, Israel, NSA spy scandal, Illegal Aliens, IRS constitutional threat, ObamaCare, V.A. Veterans Administration and other scandals test his rare form of theatrical abilities. His witch would share with him all the images of his deeds, the pictures in his mind, the smoking, the sex, the treatments, the blood on the floor haunting him but on this day, he would regain his power to allow his scorching of the constitution and killing the American middle class, he would have their heads, his nude white girls dancing in his head waiting on his witch, waiting on the devils claw, nothing could stop him now, his mind the most powerful his tree branch growing, he would abort more and send others to war, he must save the world, the climate changing but not his mission, who would know deep in the basement, the White House was his, nothing could take it...
Obama's mind has been
trained to ignore the pain of the truth and Middle Aged Muslim's sit with him
and stick pins in various parts of Obama's body. Obama's Muslim brothers have noticed the dead
spots, the marks of the devil on Obama and more could be found except for the
low candle lights. Obama failed to jump
at each pin prick meaning he had already been condemned by the devil's claw. The Al-Qaeda and Taliban needed his power, there was only one way to the truth and Michelle would cast her spell as others watched and played together.
Obama was ready for his Black Muslim Martyrdom and his mental
excitement was being induced by drinking, chanting and hot coals filling the
room with heat and smoke.
Obama demanded louder music and his rising ecstasy brought
Michelle to her knees to help her husband with the drugs of power and
influence, her dancing suggesting that he was ready.
Obama knew the way and promised the Muslim Persian's that their
power would be returned as his wife, the
witch Michelle stuck more pins into her husband releasing his miraculous power
to control nature itself. The seas would
not rise and the sick would be cured and the fools would be destroyed. The magical Mango Tree, its seed spreading
all over the world, the mysterious incantations revealed as Michelle removed
his cloth, removing the cloth shows the tree, now growing larger.
It was time to take the world, the Muslim restored, the woman on
her knees and the men growing from the smallest branch to the largest branch of
the male Mango. With advanced
preparation Michelle shared her touch and the earth man Obama molded her mouth
and arched her back.
The seed of the Mango, instantly shared and the Muslim spectators
gathered to watch the water and the seed mix as he poured out his evil, flowing
to all lower levels, bearing his truth Obama gradually raises, exposing his
tree, the rope trick in various versions remained upright.
The evil Mango tree raises above all the laws and he started
tossing his Mango branch to the left and then to the right as she climbed up
his rope and now all would believe him as the secret to produce evil was moving
fast and slow at the same time, confusing the non believers.
He was breathing very fast now, she had captured his blood stream
and she was ready to absorb him.
Obama was again drunk with power, he would become irresponsible
for several hours, talking now but incoherently he had to be moved to the
public places and aid his brothers by talking and creating the dense smoke to
fool the black, red and brown people's, always he would jerk up and remain
rigid and the bundle of smoking chemicals started to disappear but Michelle
stood with him, distracted by his seed, his truth dripping to the floor to be raised again by speech to the people, down deep in the peoples house, they had
to hurry, it was Friday the 13th.
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