End of the Occupation!

Fellow beef and Cheese eaters, rejoice-the end of the occupation has come.
I am eagerly awaiting the mother ship to pick up Obama, it should be here soon!
Of course, there have been some disappointments, particularly the loss of Nevada.

Nevada relapsed into its old gambling addiction by re-seating Harry Reid. What a shame that Reid couldn't win an election without help from corruption, unions and dirty tricks.

Overall though, a certain relief seems to have settled over the nation, like a comforting and cool wind. There is a diminished level of anxiety. People appear to be breathing easier with fewer chest pains and clammy palms. Why, my carnivorous friends?

Because there is less anxiety that Prickly Pear and his progressive socialist friends are not driving us off the cliff in that famous car of theirs, at least not yet. There is comfort in the knowledge that there are still some folks who are like-minded, believe in smaller government and better economic policies other than the hand-basket to hell spending we have seen over two years.

Watching clips from today's press conference, Obama looks like he is in physical pain, the face is sour, mouth turned down, perhaps the best expression of constipation I have seen in a while. His speech was all platitudes though.
This man's temperament and personality makeup is absolutely NOT capable of change or admission of error.
Remember, carnivores, narcissism is a lethal disease. Obama has been wounded, only he is a wounded narcissist. He is like a fox in a trap, with its leg broken. The only action Obama and that fox are capable of is a snapping attack.
Watch out for those teeth. Yikes!

Turkey sandwich for lunch.
Thank you Mr. Cow.