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The Obambulator

In Noah Webster’s lexicon of 1828 this word meant one who walks about in an aimless mindless state. (He did not of course mean to describe our present head of state. Still I didn’t make it up- I don’t prevaricate!) He seems irresolute to deal with Isis’ militancy. His only firm direction is towards the Eighteenth tee. In the chill of an autumn afternoon, as the light begins to fade, it appears his major goal in life is the par shot he just made. Now that his term is winding down I get the strange impression that all this golfing is prelude to a planned change of profession. He’ll join the tour, he’ll make the cut He’ll finally have it all. when the only lie concerning him Is the lie of his golf ball.
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Written by
john-f-mccullagh
63 / M / American
Published
Oct 19, 2014
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This is a real,albeit archaic word. I think it describes President Obama's foreign policy so I dercided to have some fun with it.

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