Chairman Obama’s Little Green Book


In 2008 Chairman Obama began his great leap forward and the nation has prospered. Our production is increased as is our population. Good times have benefited the worker while the educated have been removed from their arrogance. Sixty million Mexican friends are now new neighbors, as are four million H-1B Indians and Chinese with artful resumes and degrees written on curry wrappers. Can you truly not be filled with joy and blessings. Obamacare wraps us with the great leaders concern and love, we will never be alone.  In the darkest cave or highest mountain he watches over us. Is that a daisy or the eyes of Obama? Let the curmudgeons wear the heavy signs and admit their sins, our new path forward is only for good men. The  complainers are being removed and our great leap forward is beginning.  FEMA is their new place for education and hard work is that not righteous? Already Dreaming children replace army bases with diaper stations. Guantanamo’s worst are set free due to his great compassion. Truly the great man blesses all whether scoundrel or thief. With a snap of his finger we become one with the drone.  Is that not truly wonderful? Please share these great teachings of the wonderful leader.  All our days are blessed now that he is here and his greatness shines upon us.


“I’ve now been in 57 states — I think one left to go.

The capping verse:
Counting and thinking, numbers and not numbers. We walk and do not walk in our own shadows. Obama is a charmer here but think not of the misdirection. We all have one more state to go in our own journies. Would he be a grand stateman if he said forty? No the greatness of America has a thousand states. I count fifty seven states. Who can say otherwise?

“Why can’t I just eat my waffle?”

The capping verse:
Seeing and doing, our hunger swells to endless dirision. Why answer more questions the truth is evident. Do not question the great master. Do not either waffle in your own decisions. Life is a syrup on our own waffling, leaving neither crumbs remaining. Time to stop wasting time and simply eat. Now wash your bowl.

“If you’ve got a business … you didn’t build that … Somebody else made that happen”

The capping verse:
Building and doing, success and failure. These matter not in the end of capitalism. All your building will be non building and all your doing is non-doing. Everything you make will be made by others not yourself so what is the purpose of action? Do we stand stepping forward or simply wait for the other to place the brick on the road in front of us. A man who cannot walk forward is a man without building. The true business is of the state. Building or non building it matters not, all will be taxed.

“About 30 to 40 percent of the kids in this school, by the way, are DREAM kids,” Obama said Wednesday evening. “You wouldn’t know it looking at them, because they are as American as apple pie.  But every single one of these kids, you might not be able to tell the difference, but a whole bunch of them — they’re worried about whether or not they’re going to be able to finance their college education of their immigrant status.  They’re worried about whether, in fact, this country that they love so deeply loves them back and understands that our future rests on their success.  Why wouldn’t we want to give them that certainty that you are part of the fabric of this nation, we’re counting on you, and we’re going to make sure you succeed.”

The capping verse:
The Pie. The American. The Dream. Our Dreams shattered our American Dream in tatters. Planes of kids ferried to secret shelters, border guards change diapers and prepare formula for the invaders they are paid to stop. Is this not truly loving thy neighbor? Do you love a shadow? Can the invaders love back? Or does MS-13 entertain them? The fabric unwinds as sixty million new faces appear. His counting can never reach the number. A hundred million is a mountain too small. “We need it badly from a purely — purely economic point of view,” Biden said. How does this economics work when each is a cost and none is a producer? The new math decends and haunts us. Their certainty will be our undoing. Shadowless ghosts creep around, will we march through the howling ghosts and find our path? In the end where is America and what will remain? Success is assurred but what is the goal and where are we going? When we get there will there still be apple pie?

”Even though most people agree… I’m presenting a fair deal, the fact that they don’t take it means that I should somehow do a Jedi mind-meld with these folks and convince them to do what’s right.”

The capping verse:

Mind melds and jedis, what a dilemma. Will Vulcans sport light sabers next? The fair deal is presented will you take a slice or will you lose your hands? Some do not agree. Taking and not taking, we wander the paths and wonder.  The chairman is confident, congress still refuses. Who will strike the capping blow?

”I think when you spread the wealth around, it’s good for everybody.”

The Capping Verse:

Spreading wealth, Marx would kiss Engels in happiness.  Mao comes out of retirement and hugs our fearless leader. Spreading is goodness for everyone like nutella on toast it gets warm and runny quickly. Ten thousand buddhas would become their own teachers with such logic! Who can argue not a madman nor a saint. Pigford farmers farm stripper’s garter belts not pigs still they got paid.  Please spread into my cup first, the lines are getting longer.


“It is this world, a world where cruise ships throw away more food in a day than most residents of Port-au-Prince see in a year, where white folks’ greed runs a world in need, apartheid in one hemisphere, apathy in another hemisphere…That’s the world! On which hope sits!”

The Capping Verse:

The Apartheid, The Greed, will the white man never stop abusing? Apathy sits down and eats a doughnut. Greed in need descends upon us. If we give it is not enough. Can the cruise ships not stop in Haiti and leave their crumbs behind? Or would the shipjacking prevent it? Hope sits upon the whole world, a terrible weight on our white shoulders


“You got into these small towns in Pennsylvania and, like a lot of small towns in the Midwest, the jobs have been gone now for 25 years and nothing’s replaced them. And they fell through the Clinton Administration, and the Bush Administration, and each successive administration has said that somehow these communities are gonna regenerate and they have not. And it’s not surprising then they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.”


The Capping Verse:

The Bitterness! The Clinging!  A new song singing! Who can replace those who fell through three administrations? The jobs are gone to China should they not stop eating chinese food out of such bitterness? The withered root regenerates not after the salting. No new crops have been planted. In the spring, the silent birds sing over the sadness.



“This was the moment when we ended a war and secured our nation and restored our image as the last, best hope on earth. This was the moment — this was the time — when we came together to remake this great nation so that it may always reflect our very best selves and our highest ideals.”

The Capping Verse:

The war ended unends isn’t that wonderful? The remaking is unmade by ghosts in Baghdad, who can question it? Best selves and Worst selves dance together in songs of goodness. A Reflection in the moon is in the pool on the ground.  A moment of yes and no lost is your soul.


“I was out of my mind, something that could flatten out the landscape of my heart, blur the edges of my memory. I had discovered that it didn’t make any difference whether you smoked reefer in the white classmate’s sparkling new van, or in the dorm room of some brother you’d met down at the gym”

The Capping Verse:

The flatness bounds out endlessly into blurred edges. Where is the difference when difference is boundless? A discovery! A heart landscape! Is that not the new frontier? Sparkling vans remind one of white affluence. Brothers frequent gyms. All will be bound in smoke rings of togetherness, but mindfulness is forgotten.

“When we ground out our cigarettes in the hallway carpet or set our stereos so loud that the walls began to shake, we were resisting bourgeois society’s stifling conventions. ”

The Capping Verse:

Stifling and stereos, a carpet reminds us with holes of burns from the past like our leader’s great footsteps. The bourgeois is defeated simply by shaking walls.  Will the conventional find a new place to live? Only the proletariat matters, a slow motion, like grinding a cigarette deep into carpet and then relishing in the stink and smell. Is this the path of the great leader and great men? Mao brushes his yellow teeth and smiles.


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