Abu Wabu

Day after day, Barack Hussein Obama is further revealed to be more and more full of shit. The crazy racist jibberish Jeremiah Wright expressed at the National Press Club is no surprise to Obama, who has known the man intimately for twenty years. But I've no doubt whatsoever that Obama is seriously freaked that his pastor, mentor and friend would intentionally prove for all the world to see just how grossly dishonest Obama has been in trying to hide the real Jeremiah Wright and, therefore, the real Barack Obama, from the American electorate.

What anguish must the Lamb of Chicago be feeling right now?

Says the Obamian One, "the man I saw yesterday was not the man I knew for 20 years."

Bullshit.

The icing on the cake: the so-called Christian reverend shows up with Marion Barry, Cornel West, Malik Zulu Shabazz of the New Black Panther Party, Nation of Islam official Jamil Muhammada and a contingent of Farrakan's "bodyguards", and Obama knew nothing about any of Wright's connections to Farrakan and his facist band of Nation of Islam assholes, even after Wright visited Libya with Farrakan in 1984 to kiss Kahdaffi's ass.

Like I said: Bullshit.

Bull, Shit.

Although Obama clearly has no sense of personal loyalty or honor, he is enough of a political animal to know that he has to seem as if he does. He should therefore know that it's time to withdraw from the race. Now it's up to his judgement, so let's see what he's got.

Allah gets the bottom line:

After 20 years of friendship, if Obama didn’t know Wright held these beliefs he’s a moron and if he did know he’s a fraud.

UPDATE
Rich Lowry returns to Obama's lame plea that "the man I saw yesterday was not the man I knew for 20 years." Here's Obama in his book Dreams From My Fodder

The title of Reverend Wright's sermon that morning was "The Audacity of Hope." He began with a passage from the Book of Samuel—the story of Hannah, who, barren and taunted by her rivals, had wept and shaken in prayer before her God. The story reminded him, he said, of a sermon a fellow pastor had preached at a conference some years before, in which the pastor described going to a museum and being confronted by a painting title Hope….

"It is this world, a world where cruise ships throw away more food in a day than most residents of Port-au-Prince see in a year, where white folks' greed runs a world in need, apartheid in one hemisphere, apathy in another hemisphere…That's the world! On which hope sits!"

And so it went, a meditation on a fallen world. While the boys next to me doodled on their church bulletin, Reverend Wright spoke of Sharpsville and Hiroshima, the callousness of policy makers in the White House and in the State House. As the sermon unfolded, though, the stories of strife became more prosaic, the pain more immediate. The reverend spoke of the hardship that the congregation would face tomorrow, the pain of those far from the mountaintop, worrying about paying the light bill…

Nothing about Wright is different now. Obama knows it, and so does the rest of the world.