MasterSlaveLA -> RE: Romney antigay bully? (5/10/2012 7:52:28 PM)
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Hmmm... and then there's the fucking scum-bag OBAMA BULLYING A GIRL, as well as showing his RACISM... . . . . . President Obama’s Disturbing Pattern of Bullying and Stereotyping By Greg Pollowitz May 10, 2012 6:12 P.M. In light of the Washington Post’s Pulitzer-worthy piece today on Mitt Romney’s time in high school, conservatives decided to reciprocate and dig a little into the president’s past. Turns out the young Barack bullied a little girl named Coretta while in elementary school! He even called her "plump." What a jerk! But the president’s bad behavior doesn’t end there. I went out and ordered Dreams from My Father on Kindle and discovered young Barack’s horrific treatment of his fellow college student Tim. The future president wrote that Tim wasn’t a "conscious brother." He "talked like Beaver Cleaver" and had a white girlfriend who, Obama guessed, listened to "country music." What’s worse, Obama thought Tim’s real name should be "Tom." As in Uncle. Shameful! http://www.nationalreview.com/media-blog/299634/president-obamas-disturbing-pattern-bullying-and-stereotyping-greg-pollowitz# ----- The bullying excerpt in question, from Obama’s Dreams from My Father: There was one other child in my class, though, who reminded me of a different sort of pain. Her name was Coretta, and before my arrival she had been the only black person in our grade. She was plump and dark and didn’t seem to have many friends. From the first day, we avoided each other but watched from a distance, as if direct contact would only remind us more keenly of our isolation. Finally, during recess one hot, cloudless day, we found ourselves occupying the same corner of the playground. I don’t remember what we said to each other, but I remember that suddenly she was chasing me around the jungle gym and swings. She was laughing brightly, and I teased her and dodged this way and that, until she finally caught me and we fell to the ground breathless. When I looked up, I saw a group of children, faceless before the glare of the sun, pointing down at us. "Coretta has a boyfriend! Coretta has a boyfriend!" The chants grew louder as a few more kids circled us. "She’s not my g-girlfriend," I stammered. I looked to Coretta for some assistance, but she just stood there looking down at the ground. "Coretta’s got a boyfriend! Why don’t you kiss her, mister boyfriend?" "I’m not her boyfriend!" I shouted. I ran up to Coretta and gave her a slight shove; she staggered back and looked up at me, but still said nothing. "Leave me alone!" I shouted again. And suddenly Coretta was running, faster and faster, until she disappeared from sight. Appreciative laughs rose around me. http://www.mediaite.com/tv/hannity-panel-counters-romney-bullying-story-by-peering-into-obamas-bullying/
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