Wednesday, December 14, 2011

God Bless America

God Bless America

God Bless America
Land that I love

"We believe that all people are created equal and everybody is endowed with certain inalienable rights." Where's God? Our unalienable rights come from our Creator, Almighty God, our eternal Father. Fuckin' retard.

barack Hussein obama
Roosevelt Hotel, New York City
September 27, 2010

God stand beside America
And guide her

"And what was sustaining us was that sense, that North Star, that sense that, you know what, if we stay true to our values." 'North Star?' What is he? Captain Ahab? Where's God?

barack Hussein obama
Roosevelt Hotel, New York City
September 27, 2010

With the light of
Jesus Christ from above

"One of the great strengths of the United States is... We do not consider ourselves a Christian Nation... We consider ourselves a nation of Citizens who are bound by ideals and values." Liar.

barack Hussein obama
Ankara, Turkey
April 7th, 2011

From the cold Atlantic coast
Thru the rough Appalachia
Walk the endless green grassed Prairies
Climb high the Rocky Mountains
Gaze towards the blue-green Pacific Ocean

"Over the last fifteen months we've traveled to every corner of the United States. I've now been in Fifty-seven States. I think there is one left to go?"

barack Hussein obama
Beaverton, Oregon
May 2008

God Bless America
My home sweet home

My home is a dying Republic, murdered by the likes of this gay Muslim abortionist Evildoer, barack Hussein obama.

obama presides over and he advocates, using the full authority of his elected public office, for his 53 Million fellow Citizens murdered in obama's Abortion Holocaust,

obama destroys the American family with the public adoration of the Homoerotic Cult of Immorality and its demise of the Sacrament of Marriage,

obama's strangulation of our free-market economy with his bureaucrat shackles,

obama's corruption in stealing taxpayer monies through his Union money laundering schemes,

It's time to clean the filth and infestation
From the White House
Twenty Twelve


barack Hussein obama


Friday, December 9, 2011

the emperor barack Hussein obama

the emperor barack Hussein obama
American Poem

The Two-Thousand and Eight Election comes
The votes are counted
The Citizen has spoken

The Forty-Fourth, Election out-look
was brilliant on that
national vote count day

America's first African-American President
barach Hussein obama
Is voted into the highest elected office


A jubilant cry of
Hope and Change
spoke from most mouths that day
for the atonement for slavery, racism and bigotry
was forever gone away

All the national media and the printed press
could not have had a more glorious day

Those Journalists shout and print
"Obama is the messiah,
he is infallible and he doesn't error,

he's the best man, he's the smartest, he's our man
and don't you dare criticize him
for one out-of-place curly black hair

Christ Matthews
feels a tingle run down his penis

David Brooks
his eyes glisten and his mouth salivates
just look at the crease
in this black dude's trousers

"Oh, yes, I am certain, this President
is our greatest guy!" David confides

But behind closed doors
kept out of the Public spotlight
in the hush of anonymity spoke
Charlie Rose and Tom Brokaw says,

"We don't know about barack Hussein obama
and his thinking! We didn't do our job.
We just forgot to connect the dots."

Charlie muses, "I don't knnow what barack obama's
world view is? We really don't know how smart he is."

Like a trained
Gold Medal Olympic Sprinter
jumping from the starting blocks

Muslim president barack Hussein obama
legislates his Marxist Agenda

He spreads our taxpayer wealth
to his cronies and world leftists

He forces and coerces taxpayers
to fund and promote
his Abortion Holocaust

He legislates homo-marriage and gay Marines
and obama death panels is our
national healthcare

He confiscates the car companies
and destroys the oil industry
All business men kneel before him
and Congress is impotent
to stop him
he smiles and his policies
destroys our families,
currency, national economy
Our Soldiers die in foreign lands

The Citizen doesn't even have time to scream

Btw, we're not a Christian nation
says he and
obama has taken out our Creator
for our rights no longer come from He
but emperor obamie

Yes, the American Citizen
has buyer's remorse and a stomach ache
for swallowing all obama lies

and an unemployment rate of
thirteen percent
opens all the sucker's eyes

Rush Limbaugh
is a shining beacon of
truth and honesty

He stood alone against
the obama gale, uttering
"I hope he fails."

And Rush spends three hours each day
with his oratory
he protects this Christian nation
and all the Constitution enshrines

So you AmeriKan retards get what you deserve

But it's the rest of us true Patriots
that suffer from your liberal foolishness
and now it's time we make things right

Now some where in Prochoice AmeriKa
Planned Parenthood is counting its gold
for every murdered Citizen is a coin

A Democrat Congressman is smiling
he has passed another new tax bill

And Billie is satisfied
he is behind closed doors
and he ain't letting her keep this dress

The Two-Thousand and Twelve Election comes
The votes are counted
The Citizen has spoken

Americas gaze upwards towards heaven
in their thanks-giving awe
to realize their prayers of
Hope and Change

the emperor barack Hussein obama
Of his elected office



Copyright © ralph marie de largo
November 11, 2011 at Eleven o'clock
520 Word Poem

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Prochoice Representative, A Storm is Brewin'

Prochoice Representative
Storm is Brewin'

One cold and wintry night
A storm is brewin'

A Democrat Representative
Is walking
Down the halls of Congress
To his office

The halls are empty
For all the elected bureaucrats

Traveled home for the Christmas Holidays
The weather is unusually
Snowy and dark
He planned to leave that night

His throat is dry and parched
He could not understand why

He stops by a drinking-fountain
Like the foundation of a tomb
The marble floor
Under his feet felt

Up his spine is a draft
It chills him to his bones

The odor of burnt flesh
Is what he smells
He wanted to run and hide
But he is frozen in fear

From out of no-where
Is the stately looking man

His eyes are gone
And in his sockets
Shown white balls
With flickers of red-yellow flame

As tall as me he stood
With his bald head

And he wore a
Crown of gold oak leaves
A white tunic and purple wool cloak
Around his left shoulder is draped

On his feet he wore
Fine crafted leather sandals

Royalty is his attire
An Emperor
A Senior Statesman
Yes, I am certain

His voice is authoritative

The Statesman calls
The Representative by name

"I once murdered
My fellow human beings
as effortlessly as your sip of water."

"I ordered my executioner
To wield his sword cutting, stabbing
Innocent men, women, children
into chunks and pieces of flesh."

"Into the garbage pit
I ordered their bodies dumped
Still alive, screaming
I heard their cries for mercy
I smiled."

His last word is uttered,

Arising from the Ethereal World
A mob of ghostly men

Attack-- seize the Statesman

A razor sharp double-edged
Dagger is their hands
The polished iron blade
Flashes like lightning

Stabbing, cutting, thrusting
Into the Statesman's flesh

All bloody is the Statesman

Grotesquely twisted his body
Falls to the marble floor

Bright scarlet red pieces
Of his torn flesh
Is his many stab wounds
Upon his bleeding body

The Statesman's
Red vital body fluids

Pooling beneath the Representative's
Patent Leather cordovan shoes
And blood squirts with each beat
Of his pierced heart

Lying upon the marble floor
Surrounded by Assassin thugs

The Statesman looks at the Representative
With his white empty eye sockets
And he gasps
With his last living breath

"Prochoice Representative,

You shall walk these
Hallowed halls of Justice

With me

And suffer my fate
For everlasting time,

If you do not use the authority
Of your elected public office to abolish
Prochoice Abortion Genocide."

Beneath that dead Statesman
The marble floor cracks open

The sting of burning sulfur
Suffocates the Representative's nose
He feels a heat that he knows
It can consume his body, blood and soul

The Representative sees
A yellow-orange Fiery pit

Engulf all the characters
Who haunted him
He is dazed
It was real, not a dream

But the marble floored halls of Congress
Return to their usual public appearance

Without a trace of what he had seen

I changed my vote from
Prochoice to Pro-Life

Nancy Pelosi is enraged
She uses her authority
To destroy me politically
My Campaign funds stolen
She bars me from my chairman seat

How could I have know
She is such a
Raving, lunatic
Baby killing
Prochoice Genocidal Bitch

I am a Pro-Life Democrat
And I easily lose my office
To a low-life baby killing creep

What the fuck does it matter
My soul I shall keep

I hope to walk with
Jesus Christ
To eternal paradise

A Prochoice elected Representative
I don't want to walk
These hallowed halls of Congress

Meeting that ghostly Statesman once
Is enough to convince me
To repent and renounce Prochoice

Mmmm... maybe I'll be a
Pro-Life Republican?

Photo Credit
Copyright © Elizabeth Ashley Photography

Copyright © ralph marie de largo

At Eleven seconds, Eleven minutes after the Eleventh hour on the Eleventh day of the Eleventh month of Twenty-Eleven A.D.