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Talk:Barack Hussein Obama (view source)
Revision as of 01:04, November 18, 2008
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Keep this crap up and you'll make sure to keep the black vote away from your party for the forseeable future. [[User:JCharlton|JCharlton]] 17:50, 17 November 2008 (EST)
Keep this crap up and you'll make sure to keep the black vote away from your party for the forseeable future. [[User:JCharlton|JCharlton]] 17:50, 17 November 2008 (EST)
== My granpappy woulda killed hisself wif his own gun... ==
'''Act 14: Scene 112'''
''(Obadiah is in his cups at the homely log table, talking and gesticulating. The others around him nod absently, as if they have heard all this many times before.)''
'''Obadiah:''' I said it befo’, I said it years and years afore it happened, I said we would see it befo’ we be daid, and now we seen it, ain’t we? My granpappy would ‘ave killed hisself wif his own gun. Leastways, he would’ve taken his blunderbuss and shot at some buzzards ‘n’ dat apple tree dat never give us no apples, not even crab apples nor green.
''(He is lost in reverie for a few moments)''
I never was of a mind to call that Obama a no-count Muslim, and never held with callin’ him a Cawmmunist, no. I always held we shoulda call him what we call him what we call ‘em when dey is no goddam lily-livered liberal straight off of his mother’s teat like dat one over dere around ''(gestures with a wag of his head towards Myles who is sitting unobtrusively in a corner chair)''. Yeah, the ‘n’ word…
''(sits downcast and silent for a space and then begins to sing softly)''
“The night dey drove ‘ole Dixie down…” ''(chokes up with tears in his eyes and falls silent.)''
''(He brightens up suddenly)''
Still it coulda bin worse, could ‘ave bin. Supposing it was Chief Crazy Horse dat was runnin’ for de Dem-o-crats, and John Wayne was runnin’ for de Ree-pub-licans. Dan it would be like:
''(stands up and begins to do an Indian war dance around the table as he whoops like a Indian on the war path):''
WOOWOOOWWOOOO!..Ah is President Crazy Horse and ah has whupped the butt of yo’ John Wayne…WOOOWOOO WOOOWOOOOWOOOOWOOOW!! ''(Everyone belly laughs and slaps their sides, including Myles)'' Woooowoowooowowoowo ''(coff) (coff)'' woooowoooowoo….''(coff coff)'' wooo…
''(he becomes giddy and sits heavily back down in his own seat)''
Wooooooooo…''(trails off)'' Whew! Yep, datted be worse…De Injuns coulda won….Jed, you is hoggin’ dat jar of Tennessee. Gimme it. I bin doin’ all de yakkin’ and ah got a powerful thirst.
''(He takes the jar and tilts it back. As he drinks the others continue to look glumly down at the table, lost in their own thoughts…)''
'''Screenplay by''' [[User:MylesP|MylesP]] 20:01, 17 November 2008 (EST)