Barak Hussein Obama was born to a Communist mother and Communist father, raised a Muslim with a Muslim Communist mentor, and equipped from birth with a titanic ego. In RMS Titanic, the RMS meant Royal Mail Steamer; today RMS means Red Mother Syndrome, the syndrome that fuels Obama’s titanic ego. And like its namesake, that ego is heading straight for the iceberg, and is taking the country and us passengers with it.
A calm still night, the sea flat black
The Captain says we’ll not turn back
My course is set, my will is firm
I will yet see my foemen squirm
There’s ice in view, a soft voice said
It looks to be just dead ahead
Remain on course! The captain screams
No ice can take me from my dreams
The world is at my fingertips
What do I care for radar blips
The Middle East is going well
Iran will soon have nukes to sell
And that will see Israel gone
And usher in a Muslim dawn
The Pakis are our friends for life
So long as we deflect the knife
And debt? What debt that we might have
Will fade as I apply my salve
On the dark bridge a nervous voice
Said Captain, we still have a choice
A starboard turn and we shall miss
Yon iceberg showing the abyss
Full speed ahead! The Captain yells
And grabs the wheel and rings the bells
The great ship lurches to the thrust
The Captain screams, It’s Marx or bust!
With rending crash the Ship of State
Plows into its intended fate
Red Mother Syndrome forms the son
Whose mother whispers low, Well done!
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