Crack-Smoking Anti-Christ

The ex-model from Paris has named Barack Obama as the Anti-Christ on a number of occasions, mostly every day and hourly if she is in the mood. Her prediction of the apocalypse is based on the teachings of a fundamentalist preacher from the Bible Belt. This snake-biting man of God found proof of the President being the Son of Satan in the Book of Revelations and the Prophecies of Nostradamus, neither of which ever predicted that the Red Sox would shred the Curse of Babe Ruth to win the World Series in 2004, but Christians are blinded by the word of God and lesser prophets when it comes time to serve their holy desire for the Second Coming of the Messiah and yesterday the ex-model from Paris posted two accusation of satanic certitude about the POTUS or Barack the Anti-Christ. The first denunciation was about his being raised by an Indonesian transvestite or poncek. "In 1967, 6-year-old Barry Obama left Hawaii to live in Indonesia when his mother, Stanley Ann Dunham, married an Indonesian man named Lolo Soetoro. Young Obama lived in Jakarta for 4 years, leaving Indonesia at age 10 when his mother sent him back to Honolulu to live with her parents. From that time on, Obama would never live with his mother again. Norimitsu Onishi of the New York Times writes on November 8, 2010, that the Soetoro family lived in a one-story house in Jakarta’s Matraman-Dalam district. A couple named Satjakoesoemah were their neighbors. Obama’s mother used to teach English to the neighborhood women in the Satjakoesoemah living room. The residents of the neighborhood regarded her as a “free spirit” (translation: “slut”) and referred to Barry as the “boy who runs like a duck” because he was chubby and ”rowdy”. Obama’s family rented the guest house inside a compound belonging to a prominent physician. There, according to the neighborhood’s longtime residents, Barry was looked after by a nanny who was an openly gay man. The nanny openly carried on an affair with a local butcher and later joined a group of transvestites called Fantastic Dolls, who entertained people by dancing and playing volleyball." I responded to the ex-model from Paris with the following; Me - So we have a gay muslim president who was raised by a transvestite and smokes crack? And his name has too many vowels. Oh antichrist where are thou? Me - Are there straight transvestites? A friend of the Ex-model from Paris - No, there doesn't seem to be ANYTHING in his past that is good. And here we thought we had elected a nice family man devoted to his wife and daughters? Whoosh! How mistaken can a person be? Me - Very mistaken when all you believe is the worst. Ex-Model from Paris - And the anti christ is coming to put his mark on your right hand ore maybe your forehead im not sure if you get to choose............ Me - oh I get to chose. jesus was about 4'10". about the size of super mario. I can take him with all his angels. Off to sleep and dream of crack-smoking with transvestite presidents Ex-Model from Paris - I immerse myself in the Blood of Jesus Christ: I saturate my spirit: conscience, intuition and worship. I saturate my soul: conscious, sub-conscious, and unconscious: mind, will, emotions, and intellect. I saturate my five senses: sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch. I saturate my physical body: brain, physical appetites, and sexual character. I cover my doorpost and possessions with the Blood of Jesus Christ (Exod.12:13) I overcome the devil through the Blood of Jesus Christ (Rev. 12:11) Me - Yuck. I like my dreams better. Those bible-thumpers or Happy-Clappy people are so unhumorous. I wonder if they sit up at night imagining the tortures of hell. A tough job, but better them than me. There is no god but no god.