Kerners Are Go

We may have to brace ourselves next Tuesday night for the collective implosion of a thousand pinheads, starting with poor Pammycakes. One gets the notion that the excruciating minutiae of Barack Hussein Obama Junior's conception, term, birth, and the official record of that birth, seep into quotidian activities such as dinner and sex. These are the kind of people who cry out "Must credit Drudge!" or "Islamojihadifascist!" at the moment of climax and/or failure to achieve an erection.