Isn’t he precious! He’s the most precious and adorable thing imaginable. He thinks. Barack Obama is campaigning like a little kid called into the living room by his parents to show off for visitors. He won’t really do much — scratch out “Twinkle, twinkle, little star” on the fiddle, perhaps. But he expects to be petted and cosseted by those in his camp — and he will be. Obama believes in his heart that he’s totally precious and adorable. And he believes all voters should find him precious and adorable. That’s his whole basis for believing he’s entitled to be president. That was the message of Mrs. Obama’s cloying speech at the convention — a Hallmark Cards piece of syrupy inanity.:  See, our life before moving to Washington was filled with simple joys. Saturdays at soccer games, Sundays at grandma’s house… the guy who picked me up for our dates in a car that was so rusted out, I could actually see the pavement … Mrs. Obama definitely believes in Obama’s sheer precious adorableness. But dear grown-ups, fellow citizens, that’s no excuse for voting for him!

Liar! Liar! Liar liar liar liar liar!  Of all the lying, vomitous, nauseating, puke-inducing liars, our Mussolini for Morons is the worst!