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11 November 2012

Obama Fantasy Island: Da Choom! Da Blow! Da Plane!




M2RB: Kalai







Excuse me, Dr Lumpy, I’m a travelling one
This two-toned minus white night life is the world I come from
And I have here in a bag of wisdom truth-saying seeds
The flowers of which, however, can lead to belief in what we see
Though I have no need for vision, I can sing in colour

So many lives lived with eyes closed
Your wandering eyes will fail you tightened shut or open wide







The place is looking good considering the bomb that fell on Pearl Harbour, which occurred before Hawai'i became the 50th of our 57th states.   There is some disagreement as to who it was that did the dastardly deed.  Congressman Keith Ellison (D-MN) insists it was the Nazis.  In keeping with his "Blame America First Revisionism," I think Obama believes America "dropped the bomb on Pearl Harbour."  He is absolutely certain that General MacArthur made the elderly Emperor Hirohito shakenly walk aboard the USS Missouri and humble himself before the Great God of the America and surrender.  I'm sure that if you drop some purple microdot or windowpane, you can probably find Hirohito in the photographs below, too:








 


 No?  You don't see this man:




  
Hmmm...  The Smartest Man In The Room swears he was there.


FYI:  Since Hawai'i left the United States to become part of Asia, it has been replaced by Oiho.  The 51st through 57th states are located in the My Progressive Little Ponyland Region of the United States.  They are, in order, (51) Bashfulia, (52) DocMaartenia, (53) Sleepyshire, (54) Sneezyland, (55) Dopeyota, (56) Grumpyork, and (57) Happyippi.


 Before I forget, sheeeeee's back And, keeping with the Hawai'ian theme, without further ado:




obama-cheech-chong





Ode to Obama, The Creator of "Roof Hits"
(Sung to Edelweiss.  Rent "The Sound of Music" already.)



Dealer Ray, brightens my day
Every morning you greet me
With blow so white
Pakalolo
ready to light
You look happy to meet me

Blossoms of lolo may you bloom and grow
Bloom and choom forever
Snowy drifts cut into lines
Forever there for me to blow

Pakalolo & Mama Coco
Bless my homeland forever
Pakalolo & Mama Coco

Every morning you greet me
Blow so white
Choom ready to light
You look happy to meet me

Blossoms of lolo may you bloom and grow
Bloom and choom forever
Pakalolo & Mama Coco
Bless my homeland forever









Kalai - With Eyes Closed

Excuse me, Dr Lumpy, I’m a travelling one
This two-toned minus white night life is the world I come from
And I have here in a bag of wisdom truth-saying seeds
The flowers of which, however, can lead to belief in what we see
Though I have no need for vision, I can sing in colour


So many lives lived with eyes closed


Now, you must show the path that shame the bath that washed out my ink
So, I can chase to meet the beast I seek even with springs on my feet
And when reflection lies at different times, there’s one thing left to do
I cast sight on my mind ignoring the tides that render pale-face views
Cause I have no need for vision I can sing in colour
An inward sigh will paint you in every shade desired


Your wandering eyes will fail you tightened shut or open wide






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