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

This

Twenty Twelve

VOT OUT OF OFFICE

barack Hussein obama

FOR PUBLIC RELEASE

the emperor barack Hussein obama

the emperor barack Hussein obama

an

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

Hip-hip-hooray

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

IS VOTED OUT

Hip-hip-hooray

Copyright © ralph marie de largo

November 11, 2011 at Eleven o'clock

520 Word Poem

Prochoice Representative, A Storm is Brewin'

Prochoice Representative

A

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

Poem

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.