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Barrack’s on vacation, playing golf by the sea, but life keeps interrupting and wasting greens fees Iraq is in flames and the country may fall, Barrack steps calmly up and addresses his ball. While ISIS is murdering Kurds by the bunch Barrack’s on vacation and ordering lunch. Israel is in trouble as Hamas wages war. Barrack limits arms shipments and tallies his score. Ferguson, Missouri suffers racial unrest, while Barrack is debating which driver is best. James Foley is dead, his throat has been cut. Our President speaks, and then he makes a nice putt. My colleagues rebuke me. “Don’t beat a dead horse!” The President’s great, he’s staying the course.
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 7:47 AM UTC
Staying the Course
Barrack’s on vacation, playing golf by the sea, but life keeps interrupting and wasting greens fees Iraq is in flames and the country may fall, Barrack steps calmly up and addresses his ball. While ISIS is murdering Kurds by the bunch Barrack’s on vacation and ordering lunch. Israel is in trouble as Hamas wages war. Barrack limits arms shipments and tallies his score. Ferguson, Missouri suffers racial unrest, while Barrack is debating which driver is best. James Foley is dead, his throat has been cut. Our President speaks, and then he makes a nice putt. My colleagues rebuke me. “Don’t beat a dead horse!” The President’s great, he’s staying the course.
My favorite hole is not on this course.
john-f-mccullagh
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 7:47 AM UTC
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