Dear Barack Obama, Have you ever heard of Hog Heaven?” It can mean chowing down on the most delicious BBQ pork rib sandwich an infidel could ever want, but in a few days time “Hog Heaven” will mean much more to you than that! On September 11th, a “Hog Heaven” of bikers will converge on Capitol Hill to memorialize the American citizens who tragically died on that same date as a result of the most horrific act of Islamic terrorism ever to be perpetrated on American soil. The sight of numerous people jumping to their deaths after being trapped on the flame engulfed upper floors of the twin towers in lower Manhattan, the vision of that black hole in Shanksville, Pennsylvania, sizzling with the disintegrated rubble that once carried the passengers of United Airlines flight 93, and the grizzly image of a monstrous fireball consuming the occupants of the western corridor of the Pentagon, will forever be imprinted into the hearts and minds of the American people. This September 11th, the ordinarily repugnant stale air around Washington D.C. will be sweetly scented with the capitalist smell of gas guzzling, engine rumbling motorcycles, driven by some of America’s most patriotic taxpayers. Every Tattoo parlor in the U.S.A. will be represented, their nationalistic designs inked onto the thousands of muscled armed men and stomach baring women! As they roar by your bedroom window Barack, do not arrogantly expect to see your smug face etched into any of the exposed and tanned skin racing by, this crowd yearns for impeachment, not longevity. For those of us who will not be able to attend, “We the People” will be there in spirit with every single resolute biker, knowing that their bold and determined patriotic statement will demonstrate the kind of hope and change you will never be able to comprehend or appreciate. You see, you will never fully understand the American psyche because you have not experienced what it is like to get on the back of a motorcycle, wander the beautiful open roads of middle America and feel the intense sense of freedom that accompanies the ride. You will never understand what it is like to have America’s soul implanted deep in your gut from years of Sunday school attendance, and from parents who strove to ingrain God’s teachings and America’s righteousness and morality into your heart. You will never understand what it is like to work hard for everything you have, build a business, serve in the military, farm the land, dig the ditches, construct our homes, or benevolently reach into your own pocket to be charitable to the poor. You have never pitched a tent, raced a derby car at Boy Scouts or shot a deer at a hunting camp. You have never experienced what it is like to be part of a Little League Team, play hockey on a frozen pond, or throw a fishing hook into an inviting bubbling brook on your way home from school. You have never gathered around a family table and prayed for the dessert that God has provided you after helping your mother pick apples for her Blue Ribbon apple pie. Barack, I am sorry that when you were raised, you missed the best that America has to offer because “We the People” are now suffering because of it. Your Marxist stance on most things is Un-American because our inherent American way of life has never been an integral part of yours. As you know, a Muslim demonstration will be taking place on 9/11 as well, to protest Islamic bigotry, which has now morphed into a “March Against Fear” rally. Fear against what? Fear that Allah will someday be whipped into shape by God? Fear that Americans will not put up with Islamic Shariah Law? Fear that Mosques are not wanted in our neighborhoods because they are hotbeds of terrorism? Fear that abusive Muslim men will not be able to have multiple wives or enslave and fornicate with little girls here and get away with it? Fear that Americans are not going to cave into Muslim demands and emulate the Europeans who have let Jihadists consume their countries. This group of ungrateful Muslim immigrants have no idea what the meaning of real fear is all about. Real fear is sitting on a plane on 9/11 and seeing the twin towers coming awfully close to your window. Fear is being a passenger on a plane that is dive bombing into a big field in Pennsylvania. Fear is knowing that you will soon be crashing into the Pentagon. Perhaps these disgruntled Muslims should be given a one way ticket to Saudi Arabia and booked on a plane with all the other discontented Muslims who enjoy screaming Allah Akbar over the loud speaker. If these dissatisfied Muslims successfully make it to that Islamic Kingdom without blowing up in mid-air, and begin to exercise their newly adopted freedom of speech by marching in the capitol of Riyadh, they will surely be publicly executed. Now that is something to fear. While our National Anthem is ringing in the ears of our flag bearing bikers, they will proudly be honoring our dead troops by visiting all the Military Memorials in the area. As our thankful Americans are pressing the pads of their fingers against the engraved marble wall at the Vietnam Memorial, while trying to hold back their tears of gratitude, what will your ungrateful Muslim friends be doing? What music will they be listening to, the Fatwa Song that calls for the beheading of those who insult Islam? Who will they be honoring on 9/11? Will they be kneeling on their prayer rugs chanting hate filled words for Jihad against the Americans who are resisting their effort to infiltrate and infest our nation with their vile abhorrence of our Constitution and Judeo-Christian values? The bikers march is all about demonstrating to you, Barrack Hussein Obama and your Muslim minority friends, that you do not and never will represent the sentiments of the majority of Judeo-Christian Americans. May the peaceful protests begin, much to the chagrin of your heavily armed DHS agents who are licking their chops, waiting for the right “crisis” opportunity to fight against their fellow citizens and impose Marshall Law. You make the first move Obama, we will let God lead the charge. By the way, there is no such thing as collective salvation in Heaven. Do not come knocking on my door when you and your agnostic handlers try to squeeze through the Pearly Gates en masse. Valerie Jarrett will not have any contacts up there to help you bully your way in. Sincerely, Cynthia J Quinn
Posted on: Tue, 03 Sep 2013 21:57:32 +0000
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