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A mild-mannered professor in Chicago by day, when adventure calls he returns to his Muslim Homelands to discover mythological treasures and say deadpan witticisms to his Arab and Jewish sidekicks. Barack “Barry” Obama must find the legendary Golden Dildo of Destiny, which will destroy what’s left of the evil Republican Nazis, as they will all fall down and worship the Golden Dildo when he lofts it over their combovers during Sonia Sotomayor’s confirmation ceremony in the Masonic basement of the National Archives.
Cairo, city of the living. And also, more famously, city of the dead mummy kings. No wait, that is further south, where the pyramids and camels live in an uneasy truce with the occult-crazed Nazis. Barry’s clownish sidekicks Rahm Emanuel, Reggie Love and spunky ex-flame Valerie Jarrett ride the “Arab gondolas” to the Great Pyramids, where Barry is finding a secret entrance by consulting his loyal Blackberry.
“And add eight more inches to honor the Hebrew god, and also to make fun of Netanyahu’s complete lack of a dick ….”
(IN UNISON:) “They’re digging in the wrong place!”
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this shit.”
“Don’t look Malia! Whatever you do, don’t open your eyes!”
White House Photostream [Flickr/Pete Souza]
Inspired.
Rush can play the part of the giant rolling stone ball.
Barry still fails to wear the condom on his head, like those two other golden dildos.
Man, he looks so much better in a cowboy hat, than that other guy. It just goes to show, it’s not what you wear, it’s how you wear it.
Is that his birth certificate?
On his Middle East junket, Obama won’t be playing any pick-up basketball games with those a-rabs, that’s for sure. Those a-rabs can’t play ball. They are good camel jockeys though.
Indiana Obama and the Last Bailout
Larry Summers: You could go down in history.
Indiana Obama: As what? A Wall St stooge like you?
Larry Summers: Wall St? Is that the limit of your vision? Wall St wants to write themselves into the Grail legend, to buy out the world. Well, they’re welcome to it. But I want the Grail itself, the cup that gives everlasting life to insult chicks. Wall St can have the world, but they can’t take it with them. I’m going to be drinking my own health after he’s gone the way of the Palin.
when bush went to the middle-east:
“heheh…do you guys get cartoon channel here? hey hajee, who’s camel do i suck off for a chocolate yoohoo ,heheh”
I don’t know what they’re looking at in the last pic, but the oldest daughter looks like she’s staring at a pile of doggy doo dipped brussel sprouts.
Rahm’s on a motherfucking camel!
The third picture is obviously the discovery of the long lost birth certificate (He is a secret Muslin!). Teleprompterzzz. Also.
If he’s looking for the GDofD shouldn’t he be in Utah where Joseph Smith buried it after he stole if from American Jeebus?
There’s a pot smoking joke in those hieroglyphs…
One of those hieroglyphs, the one of a head with giant ears, appears to be a self-portrait. Roland Burrus has nothing on Barry’s kick ass mausoleum.
Indiobama: There’s a big newt in the plane, Jock.
Jock: Oh, that’s just my pet newt, Gingrich.
Indiobama: I hate newts, Jock! I hate ‘em!
Jock: C’mon, show a little backbone, will ya?
He should start lifting up random floor panels to find cool old long-lost shit, like the first Matchbox car, which was the Queen’s Royal Coach and is worth hundreds of Arab dinars or whatever. Or maybe a mummy’s dildo, or Todd Palin’s testeecles.
So none of you guys read the alt text, do you?
Obama’s hiding in a Middle Eastern cave. This just goes to proove that he is, in fact, a Muslim terrorist!
You’re lucky if we read your demented fanfic.
Where’s the part where Gingrich starts cracking a whip, and Barry pulls out a pistol and shoots him?
Nazis! I hate these guys!
I would recommend looking at the rest of the photos if anyone is interested.
I know at least a couple of chicks who are going to totally wank off to that top pic.
Birth certificate, please.
Birth certificate, please.
*POW*
No birth certificate.
Who’d be the traitorous monkey? I’m thinking Lieberman.
Ken Layne: Nope.
Barry O. is the reincarnation of Tutankhamem.
Ken Layne: Yes, Pope Cat, the fourth one down is hysterical, any photoshopping, hmmmm?
Ken: You write enough alt-text for two gingers.
Ken Layne: I do. And it is awesome. And appreciated. (hear that, lazy bones Newell?)
This kind of sounds like the plot from yesterday’s Sesame Street. Except it wasn’t a golden dildo that Telly was looking for. At least I don’t think it was a dildo he was looking for. Maybe I wasn’t watching close enough.
I had a black studies/history professor who wore that exact same hat. Presumably it’s a black nationalist secret cabal uniform of some sort.
Ken Layne: Yes, its like an epic story . “I am the Monarch of the sea! I am the ruler of the–”
The Hieroglyph nearest his wristwatch - isn’t that the ancient H’ob A’ M’eh, god of Muslin?
Ken Layne: Um, now i did.
Raiders quotes & pictures of Barry stomping around in the Middle-East on Wonkette, and all my meetings are canceled this afternoon. There’s a good chance I’m pulling out Mr. Bongle.
Economists. Why does it always have to be economists?
Reminds me of that crucial exchange during the third debate.
McCain - “It belongs in a museum!”
Indibama Jones - “So do you!”
Ken Layne: Ha. Always. That fucking hieroglyphic Barry is beyond hilarious. BUT AS AN AMERICAN I NEED TO KNOW MORE.
Ken Layne: What is alt text?
Ken Layne: I don’t know what you mean, but if you’re talking about the little popup thingies cryptically hidden in the jaypegs, I stopped reading them because for the longest time all they ever said was “YES WE CAN.”
Now imagine a world in which Harrison Ford is our current president and Barack Obama, an inconspicuous construction worker, was discovered by George Lucas and went on to star in a series of action blockbusters.
Mr Blifil: oh, my god, yes, it is! He is an ancient god reborn to lead us out of the desert.
The last photo is maybe in Paris? Lighting candles in Notre Dame?
EricSaeger: what?
Ken Layne: ‘Comment of the day’ nominee?
finallyhappy: I know you won’t beleive me but I did not read the caption on the photoin the official Photo stream- until after I wrote that it was Notre Dame
Barack Obama & The Chrysler Cull?
I dunno. In that first picture I think he looks more like Muley Graves than Indiana Jones. Of course, that perception does nothing to diminish his superpowers.
Ken Layne: Subliminal shit don’t work on this cowpoke, capice?
This might be my favorite Barry photo of all time.
“I TOLD you, motherfuckers, I GOT THIS. Now FUCK OFF and can the Seekrit Muslin shit before I summon Anubis on your asses. And, by the way, what walks with four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon, and three in the evening?”
President Beeblebrox: Is that a halo on his head?
Uncle Sam: Two old tourists from Fort Lauderdale watch Rahm ride by on a camel. So, then, one tourist turns to the other and says “That camel was a male.”
“How do you know?” asks the first.
“Because,” his companion explains, “the photographer standing behind me said ‘Check out the shmuck on that camel!’”
Actually, that’s Barry’s secret tomb. He knew exactly where he was going. His picture is carved just to the right of him.
magic titty: Now that is just really funny. Actually, I’m looking for the cartouche (OBAMA).
magic titty: Actually, your previous has to Comment of the Century. I recommend everyone study the impossible beauty in it’s simplicity.
I get the Indiana Jones reference, but whenever I see Barry in a hat like that I think Blazing Saddles.
Numbat Dundee: it’s twu, it’s twu
randomsausage: There’s nothing random about that sausage. It’s a sausage with serious intent. Twu?
All the ghey Hovitos translators got ganked by Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell…if only you spoke Hovitos, Hussein Obama!
Whoa, whoa, who put fucking Rahm fucking Emmanuel on a fucking camel? What the fuck?
Come to think of it, Indiana Jones would’ve been a lot better if there was a randomly-cussing, nine-fingered Jew sidekick.
assistant/atlas: If Rahm had been in the Indiana Jones movies, Indiana Jones would’ve been the sidekick.
Ken Layne: I always read the alt-text first, hoping for surprise goodies, like an apple fanboy looking for those goddamn not funny or even half clever easter eggs.
Funny, insightful, andway out there. I like to watch the puter. Awesome to have the op. Not sure if I should go and take a reply or leave a reply. Taking one instead or leaving one. Oops. Messed myself. Not easy being snarky. Can’t hold mud. Will try again later.
Ken Layne: PWNED