Someone must have talked them out of their original idea, "I Hate Niggers Pancake Mix". I'm surprised these comic geniuses didn't think to, for example, PhotoShop the frazzled hairdo of everyone's favorite Little Rascal onto Obama's head, and call him "Barackwheat". That would have been otay.
More seriously, when your own candidate hasn't yet met a major position he couldn't rethink and posture himself conveniently about, it's a fucking stretch to try to find sport in your opponent's "waffling". See ladies, "satire" is not only supposed have an element of truth, it's supposed to highlight a trait which you yourself find abhorrent. It's not a rubber-glue rhetorical device for inbred retards and not-so-latent racists.
Not only were Neuter and Mittens at the rally, presumably leading the audience in several hearty stanzas of the Horst Wessel Song, but according to The Note, Miss Congeniality and the McCains were expected by the god-botherers to also personally appear at the conservatard Walpurgisnacht. Even they had more sense than that, apparently.
I guess after Fredo, Poor Ol' Straight Talk is fresh out of awkward bear hugs.
Nice crowd you roll with there, J-Mac.