Sixteen Promises And What Do You Get?

Not one, not two, not three, not four …. but SIXTEEN times the Head Nigger In Charge promised not send boots on the ground to Syria.

The sixteen promises are documented here; —->  http://govtslaves.info/obama-announces-boots-on-the-ground-in-syria-despite-promising-no-boots-on-the-ground-16-times/

“Boots on the ground” …. the most god-awful euphemism in the English language.  We are not sending young men — often teenagers — to DIE in a god-forsaken place.  No, we are just sending “boots”.  Boots are easily replaced when worn out.  Boots don’t die They don’t bleed. They  have no guts spilling out of them.  They are just …. boots. No one weeps over a discarded boot. And they are so easily replaced.

Oreo needs to be tried, and if convicted of war crimes and/or treason against the United States, hung until dead.  Of course, that will never happen … not in this life.  One can only hope that if there is a God, that his Hand Of Justice will fall furiously upon this cockroach.

Sung to the tune of “Sixteen Tons” My favorite version is by Johnny Cash.

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Some people say Barry is made outta mud
But a soldier’s made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
Boots dying on the ground and that’s so wrong

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Sixteen promises, what do you get
Another dead soldier and deeper in debt
Saint Barry don’t you send me ‘cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the government whore

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I was sent one mornin’ where they don’t eat swine
I picked up my pistol and I planted a mine
I killed sixteen sand niggers diggin’ a hole
And the sergeant said “Another dead troll!”

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Sixteen promises, what do you get
Another dead soldier and deeper in debt
Saint Barry don’t you send me ‘cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the government whore

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I was marchin’ one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I thought I saw Smokey jerking off a mountain lion
It was a suicide bomber and now I’m dyin’

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Sixteen promises, what do you get
Another dead soldier and deeper in debt
Saint Barry don’t you send me ‘cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the government whore

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Comin’ home in a box, so mama cried
A lotta men wounded, a lotta men died
You got your damn war, my life you did steal
How many more boots on the ground
‘till you make a sound?

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Sixteen promises, what do you get
Another dead soldier and deeper in debt
Saint Barry don’t you send me ‘cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the government whore

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