Flatulence, the State of the Union, and the Prince of Wales

Emissions Target  by Mark Steyn

At the end of a week in which yet another Obama State of the Union has been a bust, this story seems oddly emblematic. It comes from Fleet Street’s Daily Mail, the US having taken on the condition of the Soviet Union to the point where you have to turn to the foreign press to read anything interesting about the regime. Anyway:

President Obama’s high school pot dealer who he thanked in his yearbook for the ‘good times’ was beaten to death by his lover after a series of fights over flatulence and drugs, MailOnline can reveal today.

Raymond Boyer, known as ‘Gay Ray’ to Obama and his marijuana smoking ‘Choom Gang’, was bludgeoned to death with a hammer seven years after he sold the future president and his friends drugs.

His lover Andrew Devere, a male prostitute, gave police a laundry list of reasons for the killing, including that Boyer, a surfer and unemployed chef, constantly put him down, made him beg for drugs and had a habit of breaking wind in his face.

Obama’s speechwriters seem to have borrowed that last one for their general approach to the State of the Union. I was wondering if it was something to do with methane and climate change, but for once the global warm-mongers seem not to be involved.


In news of the First Family, some readers may recall the President’s brother, Malik Obama, whom I wrote about in respect of the unusually efficient service he received from the Internal Revenue Service:

Although acting commissioner Steven Miller apologized for the “horrible customer service” conservative taxpayers had gotten, a gentleman by the name of Malik Obama received impeccable, express service when he took the precaution of mailing in his non-profit application from N’giya, Kenya, rather than notoriously slower mail processing centers such as Phoenix and Dallas. Malik, the brother of President Obama, runs the Barack H. Obama Foundation, named for the president’s father. On May 30, 2011, they applied for tax-exempt status, and had their approval signed less than a month later by Lois Lerner herself, and conveniently backdated by Lois to cover the two-and-a-half years the enterprising Malik had already been raking in “tax-deductible” donations from Americans.

The Washington address of the Barack H. Obama Foundation appears to be bogus, and it’s not clear whether the funds are being used back in Kenya for anything other than supporting the famously lavish lifestyle of Malik and his twelve wives. Given that the IRS is not shy about asking American conservatives for Facebook posts and lists of who attends their meetings, Ms. Lerner surely would have been within her rights to ask Malik Obama about the “exclusive” photographs currently displayed on the Barack H. Obama Foundation website of a recent meeting in Sudan, one of only four countries the U.S. government designates as a “terrorist state,” and the Foundation’s apparently extensive association with the Sudanese president and blood-soaked genocidal war criminal Omar al-Bashir. Given that the IRS likes to ask conservative taxpayers whether their friends and relatives are planning on running for office, Ms. Lerner might like to ask Malik Obama when his friend President Bashir is planning on leaving office. After another quarter million corpses?

Whatever. Let’s take it as read that, when U.S. taxpayers wind up giving tax breaks to an entity linked to the butchers of Darfur, it’s pure coincidence that the racket turns out to be run by the president’s brother. Let’s accept that Malik Obama just got lucky that his letter landed on the desk of Lois Lerner, and that, when she backdated his application for two-and-a-half years, she’d momentarily forgotten that it’s illegal for her to backdate it more than two-and-a-quarter years.

mhAs far as I can tell the Barack H Obama Foundation doesn’t seem to do much with its donations except provide the occasional update on its plans for the Barack H Obama Memorial Latrine. So that leaves Brother Malik with plenty of time free to go schmoozing thugs and dictators. Our friend Scaramouche writes that Malik (best man at Barack and Michelle’s wedding) is now going around in an Israel-eliminationist keffiyeh. Perhaps he was just high from a passing drug dealer’s perfumed flatulence. 

On that Hugh Hewitt link above, I expressed a preference for Commonwealth-style Speeches from the Throne over the ghastly State of the Union, which is like watching one of the crazier Ottoman sultans crossed with a third-rate lounge act. Having put in a good word for the House of Windsor, let me walk it back a couple of yards after the Prince of Wales’ remarks at an awards presentation last night:

Prince Charles Slams Climate-Change Deniers

And he did actually use the word “deniers” – just like sue-crazy Nobel fantasist Michael Mann.

Prince Charles has called people who deny human-made climate change a “headless chicken brigade” who are ignoring overwhelming scientific evidence.

“Headless chickens”? Hey, you’re the guy running around saying the sky is falling.

God save the Queen. Long may she reign.

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