Sunday, May 7, 2017

brother needs to fuck other chicks too he was single .....



Barock Hussein obama......the  ex -president ....had  banged  a   bunch of  chicks  b4   michelle    .......what president  is not    doing  it    happily married  he is   ......

The problem is   every one  and  thier uncle   fucks cheats  does  whatever .....i think  people  expect  the president  to  be t his   awesome  happily married   man  .......the trouble is   all those  so  called  happily  married  couples  ...are  usually more f
fucked  up  than   fuckers  like  me .......

Let's take  mel B   from  spice  girls ....she is on  the  show     pretending  she  is  all  married  with the  kids  and bollocks  turns  out   her  asshole  husband ........ is   beating  ten bales  of   shite  out of  her ......what the  fuck is  wrong  with a man  hitting a woman ......weak sick  pricks .....and  what is  wrong  with a  woman  putting up with that   bollocks .....and  their  excuse  is  ,,,,,:i still love him .......he  beats  your  stupid  ass ,and you s till love him ....

The  trifecta  of  life  should  be ...woman a...animals ....and  children .......man should  not  hurt  or   abuse  them in  anyway  whatsoever ........if you  do your   a   cunt  pure  and simple ......none  of  these   mentione  .....can   defend  themselves  physically  against a man .unless  its  an  unarmed   man   against a shark/elephant /lion/cheetah/rhino .....but of  course  we   all know  you  have these  gutless  fucking douchbags  who  hunt  defenceless  animals ....to  the  brink of  extinction......no  men  fucking cowards......

However  my point is  barock  like  all presidents.......must  have  some of  those  bony  chaps  in a closet  somewhere .......i wil personally never  undrstand   whya   woman   puts   up iwtha   mans   abuse  .......personally its  a  useless  bint  with  no  self  esteem .....has  to be ......anyways ......i think  people  should   stop  expecting  president   to  be    wholesome  .....and  clean  .....no  such  thing  .....how  does a  man of   power   get  power .....not by being a nice  guy  for  sure ....all men  seeeking presidency  have  to   have  some  sort of  fucked  up   agenda  and  seek  and  crave  some  sort of  recognition  ......its a  fact   ...being a  president  is  not  an easy  job .....also  it  comes with   controversy  ....like  our  nelwy  elected  ....he  battled  with  the  mad   dogs  of politics ......its  a flthy  dirty  biz   ...like  the music  biz  .......grubby  underworld  seedy  .........

Phil  knight  ....of  NIKE    said  IMAGE  is  everything .....but when you  have an imgae  up  holding this  image  can  be   more  than     its  worth  ...most of  the peopel i know  who  have  images  are  ususally  ....have    sad  underbellies   trying to  keep  up  appearances   ....just to  be like ....why  becoz  they   do nto like  themselves ......they are  empty inside .............

I have  seen it  so  many  times  before  especially living in south  florida ...people  with the  big houses ....perfect  houses  .....big  cars  .....the perfect  kids  ....going to the   A  schools  .......and   then  boom!!!!!!!few  months  later  they  have  lost it  either  the  husband  is   doing  some  work   skank  or  some  whore   becasue  the  wife   closed  the  vag  down  .....and its  gone  ........and of  course!!!!!.....the only guy  that  does  not  get the  shaft  is the  good old  attorney .......i personally think imae  is  lack of   self  love   .....but hey  what the  fuck  do i know  i  do not  like  enough human  beings or  trust them  in  anyways  to give  a  fuck  ....if you  have  enough   friends   ...the  same  a s fingers  u  r  in  good   shape ........but some  people   want  to  be  liked   by everyone ......becasue  why!!!!!...they  do not love  themselves  ......if you like  yourself  you  dont  care  if  anyone   likes  you ......simple ......

Image im america  is   perceived  and  pushed  for one  reason and  one  reason  only  .....money ......most people are  margined   out ........... and one paycheck  aways   from a  kick  in the  balls ......living from paycheck to paycheck .....its the  american  dream  to have the   ...the   nic e  car on   credit ....the   credit  cards ....the  lates  flat screen  ......it  fuels  the  economy  credit ......its  also.....enslavement  too .......and  they   say  .....slavery  came  from  africa  ...its  just  moved  from   africa ...to  credit  card  compnies  ..........when a  man is in  debt  he is  enslaved  to his  job .....no pay  the  wife  ups  and leaves  with the  kids  to mums ......fact ...and  some  other  guys  bangs  her ....its  the  american  dream  ......or  nightmare  ......depends  which  ever  you want ................



Added  note.........   some  rants on www.internationalhippie,com.....may  start  out on  one  rant  and intertwine  into  another   depending on  how  much  caffeine i have  consumed.......so  if you  get lost in my  rants ..........dont  worry i will throw in some   pics  that have   nothing to  do  with the subject  matter ......just  to add  to   the  confusion ......
if i have  offended  you in  any level   whatsoever .....i have  done  my  job  ....and  you  should not  be  such a   fucking  spinnelss  turd .....  enjoy .......



salvador  dali........ and elvis were both  my favourite  artists ............


Inside Barack’s sex-filled relationships before Michelle

Throughout the late 1980s, Barack Obama dated a half-Dutch, half-Japanese woman two years his junior named Sheila Jager. During a weekend away, his friends caught a glimpse of how passionate a person young Obama could be — and how that passion could get out of hand.
Sheila JagerLuiz C. Ribeiro/DailyMail.com
The couple “went back and forth, having sex, screaming yelling, having sex, screaming yelling,” to the point where those nearby had to move “to the other side of the porch just to be able to talk,” according to “Rising Star: The Making of Barack Obama,” by David J. Garrow, out Tuesday.
“Rising Star” portrays young Obama as determined and inquisitive, while conflicted about his roles as a man and as an African-American. Both factored heavily into his early relationships — and his romantic destiny.
Obama first met Alex McNear at Occidental College where he wrote poems for a literary magazine she ran. He moved to New York to attend Columbia, and they began dating there in June 1982, becoming “very close.” McNear recalled Obama’s apartment, a sixth-floor walk-up on East 94th Street and First Avenue, as “ ‘sparsely decorated,’ with ‘very little furniture’ and remembers ‘opening the refrigerator and seeing like virtually nothing in there.’ ”
McNear returned to Occidental in September, and from there their relationship was conducted mostly through letters that reveal much about Obama’s state of mind at the time. He had literary aspirations, and his correspondence was often flowery and verbose.
“I trust you know that I miss you, that my concern for you is as wide as the air, my confidence in you as deep as the sea, my love rich and plentiful,” he wrote. “Please comfort me with another letter when you get a chance.”
Based on his letters to McNear, Obama was in a questioning phase, contemplating the nature of gender roles and his own male ego.
In one letter, after complimenting McNear’s writing, he admits that, “mixed in with those feelings are bits and pieces of envy, uncertainty, some intimidation . . . the prejudiced, frightened male makes its atavistic appearance.”
Later, referencing a previous conversation, he wrote, “my insistence rises from my fear of emasculation, that if I can’t be cruel any longer, then I must not be a man.” He added, “betrayal lies in separation . . . because the initial act of separation has traditionally been from the mother, men’s retaliation is indeed towards women.”
Racial issues were on Obama’s mind as well. “There is a reason why western man has been able to subjugate women and the dark races,” he wrote to McNear. “The ideology they present is backed by a very real power.”
McNear wonder if expressing such views to her was “as close as he could get to intimacy.” Obama, she later said, “seemed to be incapable of bringing a relationship into the rest of his world.”
The beginning of the end for the couple came via an angry missive, possibly in response to something McNear had written that September.
“When I see you, the palpitations of the heart don’t boil to the surface,” he wrote. “I care for you as yourself, nothing less but also nothing more . . . When I sit down to write I no longer feel the need to bleed for brilliance on the page.” Shortly after he sent this, the pair drifted apart.
‘Intercourse was pleasant, and in bed “he neither came off as experienced or inexperienced. Sexually he really wasn’t very imaginative, but he was comfortable.'”
Soon after, Obama met Genevieve Cook, a 25-year-old graduate student, at a party in the East Village. Like Obama, Cook spent part of her childhood in Indonesia, and the two bonded over their “expatriate similarities.”
The following week, Cook met Obama at his apartment, where he cooked her dinner, and she spent the night, later writing it felt “very inevitable.” After their second night together, Cook wrote in her journal, “I have not experienced the kind of intellectual stimulation Barack offers me since I left college.”
Over the following month, Cook kept a chronicle of their time together, including intimate details.
“Intercourse was pleasant, and in bed ‘he neither came off as experienced or inexperienced,’ she later recalled. ‘Sexually he really wasn’t very imaginative, but he was comfortable. He was no kind of shrinking ‘Can’t handle it. This is invasive’ or ‘I’m timid’ in any way; he was quite earthy.’ ” Cook wrote two poems for him. One, “in alphabetical form, progressed from ‘B. That’s for you’ to ‘F’s for all the f—ing that we do’ to ‘L I love you . . . O is too.’ ”
The pair would party with friends. At times, both would snort cocaine, Garrow writes, although Obama seemed to be doing it more for the social-bonding experience than for any lasting affinity for the drug.
“Barack’s ambivalence about those activities was crystal clear to Genevieve,” Garrow writes. “Sometimes Barack would beg off, but most times he asked Genevieve to come along . . . knowing that one or both would try to leave before the evening got ‘too out of control and manic.’ ”
Cook found him loving but at times aloof, writing that he “talked of drawing a circle around the tender in him . . . I think he also fights against showing it to others, to me.”
Her feelings toward him were clearer.
“It means so much more than lust, all this f—ing we do,” she wrote, then followed up several nights later by writing about “making love with Barack, so warm and flowing and soft but deep — relaxed and loving — opening up more.”
Later, writing that she was falling in love with him, she described their sexual relations as “really communicating instead of merely getting off.”
Still, Obama could be distant, with Cook referring to a “coolness” in him toward her. This might have been partially racial, as Cook was white and Obama was wrestling with his place in the racial firmament.
“Detecting a ‘deliberate distancing’ on his part, she wrote, “I think I am probably being rejected more for what I represent in Barack’s mind than for who I am.”
“She imagined that Barack would be more comfortable with a black woman,” Garrow writes.
Obama’s ambivalence about gender roles, burnished with a healthy dose of male ego, also may have been a factor.
Once, enjoying the summer weather in Prospect Park, Cook challenged him to a running race, and “to his utter amazement and chagrin,” Cook won.
“Barack couldn’t really believe it,” she said, “and continued to feel a bit unsettled by it all weekend. Being beaten by a woman really unsettled him.”
Cook and Obama lived together briefly in Park Slope, but by May 1985, the relationship had deteriorated. At one point, Cook told a friend, of Obama, “I just wanted to chop his d–k off. I called him a prick.” She said she has since forgotten what made her so angry.
Toward the end of their relationship, Cook wrote a poem about Obama that included the lines, “You masquerade, you pompous jive, you act, but clothes don’t make a man, and I know you just coverin’ a whole lot of pain and confusion.”
‘Barack’s political destiny meant that he and Sheila could not have a long-term future together, no matter how deeply they loved each other… he felt trapped between the woman he loved and the destiny he knew was his.’
In May 1986 — a point at which Obama, then 24, told a friend he had gone almost a year without “female companionship” — he met Jager. The pair hit it off and Obama was smitten, writing that she had “specks of green in her eyes.”
They grew closer over the next few months, and soon moved in together. Within four months, they were flying out to California to spend Christmas with her family, and having serious discussions about marriage.
But racial considerations were growing in Obama’s mind, especially as he became more active in Chicago politics, and wrestled, as someone of mixed race, with his place in the black community.
Garrow notes that before asking Jager to move in with him, he asked intense questions of a colleague about “the long-term dynamics of interracial marriage and raising half-black, half-white children.”
According to Jager, Obama proposed in the winter of 1986, during the visit to her parents. But the trip did not go well, as Obama wound up in a heated political argument with Jager’s father, a conservative Republican.
The book doesn’t spell out the details of the dispute, but Mike Dees, a friend of Jager’s father and fellow conservative who was there, recalled that Obama “thought he was going to lecture to us… and we kind of shot him down.” By the end of the visit, Jager’s father made it clear he did not approve of Obama marrying his daughter, and marriage talk was put on hold.
Throughout 1987, Jager noticed a change in Obama, watching him become a “powerfully ambitious person,” and someone “quite extraordinary.”
By this time, Jager said, he “already had his sights on becoming president.” This included a belief that he had “a calling,” and “a heightened awareness that to pursue it he had to fully identify as African-American.”
“‘There was a problem there,’ Mike [Dees] recalled. ‘He was concerned if he was going to take the steps to the presidency with a white wife.’”
“Barack’s political destiny,” Garrow writes, “meant that he and Sheila could not have a long-term future together, no matter how deeply they loved each other . . . he felt trapped between the woman he loved and the destiny he knew was his.”
The relationship collapsed in May 1988, when Jager, angry after an argument, read Obama’s journal.
Without sharing details, the book notes that Jager was particularly incensed about something he had written about someone else — another woman, presumably — and she moved out shortly thereafter. They continued dating for a time, and Obama even asked her to marry him a second time, as he prepared to leave Chicago for Harvard. But Jager, sensing desperation, said no.
In 1989, Obama took a summer job at Sidley & Austin, a Chicago law firm. A young lawyer there, just a year out of Harvard Law School, was assigned to be his adviser — Michelle Robinson.
They met on his first day of work. Despite his “bad sport jacket” and the “cigarette dangling from his mouth,” she found him to be “cute . . . articulate and impressive.” His take on their meeting was stronger, with him telling a friend, “My mentor is really hot.” While Robinson was initially reticent to date him due to their working together, Obama was smitten and pursued her, and they began seeing each other.
Even so, Obama continued to see Jager on and off throughout 1990, when he was already dating Robinson. “I always felt bad about it,” Jager later said.
Obama and Jager finally drifted apart for good, and Robinson went on to become Michelle Obama when she married the future president on Oct. 3, 1992.
This marked the end of Obama’s dating life, but while he and Michelle were clearly in love, some believe the marriage served another function as well.
According to “one local African-American scholar” who was not alone in this belief, marrying Michelle was “the single most important step that he was to make in his journey to define himself and reconcile his search for racial identity.”

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