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I warned you all. He was too good to be true. But all you wounded political puppies out there feeling so pooped upon by Tush and his gang of Neocons fell for the man with the chocolate dog bone. With a knick-knack patty whack give the dog the bone, there was a farmer had a dog and Bing-O was his name – O-Bama is now your candidate, and he’s showing his true colors. HALLI CASSER-JAYNE - bio The surge is working. In the month of July only one serviceperson has been reported killed in the line of duty. While one death is one too many, it is obvious that General Petraeus has turned the abominable situation in Iraq around. The Maliki government has begun to meet some of its American imposed goals. Oil contracts are being negotiated because the country appears stable enough to support international commerce.
HALLI
CASSER-JAYNE -
bio
That purveyor of truth, one Miss Mary
Poppins, liked to sing her wisdom as she did so loquaciously in the song
“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!”
When trying to express oneself, it's frankly quite absurd, to leaf
through lengthy lexicons to find the perfect word. A little spontaneity
keeps conversation keen, You need to find a way to say, precisely what
you mean...
Tell that to politicians who have
mastered the art of saying nothing.
HALLI
CASSER-JAYNE -
bio
Are
we a nation of whiners?
Former Senator Phil Gramm is a crusty old coot. The Georgia-born-cracker, Texas
transplant with his Southern twang and silver tongue calls ‘em like he
sees ‘em.
HALLI
CASSER-JAYNE -
bio
There’s
a wonderful episode of Sex and the City, when vainglorious
writer, that aficionado of sex and the New York City life, Carrie
Bradshaw, finds herself on the cover of New York Magazine looking
worn and anything but glorious the words: ”Single and Fabulous?”
plastered above the thirty-something’s shop-worn face. HALLI CASSER-JAYNE - bio Move over Osama Bin Laden (used as satire, which Obama doesn't understand). We have a new terrorist on the block and his name is Barack Bin Obama, the Democratic Party’s presumptive presidential nominee, the first African-American to possibly become the president of the United States.
HALLI
CASSER-JAYNE -
bio
Just
as we’re about to get rid of our big Texas-sized a**hole of a
president, George W. Bush, it appears that America is about to elect a
new president big on hopes, big on dreams, a man who looms larger than
life itself.
HALLI
CASSER-JAYNE -
bio
As
Barack Obama embarked on what his
campaign
is billing as Barack Obama’s "listening"
overseas tour and I was wondering why if Obama’s world tour was simply
to listen he couldn’t have foregone the outrageously expensive trip that he says is not a political tour
and telephoned world leaders and American generals (United States Senators have
unlimited long distance, no?)
my friend Myrtle was more interested in talking with me about another
matter.
HALLI
CASSER-JAYNE -
bio
This
morning, though fully-awake, I had to blink my eyes when I read the
Washington Post’s editorial “Mr. Obama in Iraq.” I thought I must be
having a hallucination. Impossible, an honest assessment of Barack Obama
in a traditional newspaper? Can't be! I blinked my eyes again and
reread. OMG! Truth...finally...the American Way! HALLI CASSER-JAYNE - bio Yesterday on Meet the Press Barack Obama, Mr. Smoothie, was out there once again, dangling his carrot to the thousands of Hillary Clinton supporters still enraged over the outcome of the Democratic Party’s primary. HALLI CASSER-JAYNE - bio
There is
nothing like an African sunset. If ever you questioned the possibility of the divine,
that moment when the sun and the horizon meet as night captures the African
sky and the world briefly glows audacious red, it is at that precious moment
that you realize possibility exists. Not too long ago I was sitting beneath the African sky
with my dear British friends now American citizens, partners in a project to
build a technical training school in the underdeveloped region of Nyamarwa in
Central Uganda. The
Okusoboka Fund. It was at that moment just before the moon and the sun were to
kiss, that precious moment when night meets day when I met audacity face
on.
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