Barack Obama is Arrowroot of Arrowshirt.

Michele Obama is Eorache. Hillary Clinton is Shlob, and Bill is Sorehead.

All the rest of us are poor, stupid, hairy, gluttonous boggies. :)

we sit around and stuff our faces...gobble, gobble, gobble

Bored of the Rings - great satire!

who like to eat until we choke.
Loving all like friend and brother
and hardly ever eat each other.
:)

Great satire, loved it!

“Do you like what you doth see…?” said the voluptuous elf-maiden
as she provocatively parted the folds of her robe to reveal the rounded,
shadowy glories within. Obama’s throat was dry, though his head reeled
with desire and ale.

She slipped off the flimsy garment and strode toward the fascinated
Obama unashamed of her (hillary clinton). She ran a perfect hand along his
hairy toes, as he helplessly watched them curl with fierce insistent
wanting of her.

“Let me make thee more comfortable,” she whispered hoarsely, fiddling
with the clasps of his jerkin, loosening his sword belt with a laugh.

“Touch me, oh touch me,” she crooned.

Obama’s hand, as though of its own will, reached out and traced the
delicate swelling of her (hillary clinton), while the other slowly
crept around her tiny, flawless (hillary clinton), crushing her to his
barrel chest.

“Toes, I love hairy toes,” she moaned, forcing him down on the silvered
carpet. Her tiny pink toes caressed the luxuriant fur of his instep,
while Obama’s nose sought out thw warmth of her precious elf-navel.

“But I’m so small and hairy, and… and you’re so beautiful,” Obama
whimpered, slipping clumsily put of his crossed garters.

The elf-maiden said nothing, but only sighed deep in her throat and
held him more firmly to her faunlike body. “There is one thing you
must do for me first,” she whispered into one tufted ear.

“Anything,” sobbed Obama, growing frantic with his need. “Anything!”

“The Presidency,” she said. “I must have the Presidency.”

Obama’s whole body tensed. “Oh no,” he cried “not that! Anything but … that.”

Obama’s eyes blurred with tears and confusion. “I can’t,” he said. “I mustn’t!”

But he knew resolve was no longer strong in him.
Slowly, the elf-maiden’s hand inched toward the chain in his vest pocket,
closer and closer it came to the Ring Obama had guarded so faithfully…
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