On Thursday, I passed along Righteous Bubba's notice that Michael Crook had announced he was going on a hunger strike until Barack Obama resigned, "because a country with a colored president simply isn’t worth living in."
At this point, I will only consume minimal liquids, until one of two things happens: either he does the right thing and resigns, or I die of hunger.
No, I am not whistling Dixie, and no I am not fibbing. I will post video journals as this progresses to either his resignation or my death.
Apparently, I am the only right-thinking White brother who has the balls to put his life on the line for his race. Pity, that.
Shame that it took Michael freaking Crook to stand up and do what’s right. What’s right for the White race, and what’s right for America, although the former is much more important.
And blah, blah, blah.
I think there's something children do to scare their parents, holding their breath until their faces turn blue...
To pick up the story, let's go back to the source.
Update one (Friday evening):
It’s been almost three days….I’m dizzy, tired, and feel as if I could eat a horse, but this is a sacrifice I am happily making for my race.
You must resign, Barack Hussein Obama.
Update two (Saturday morning):
Just like yesterday, I remain on hunger strike, as I have since a little after 9pm local time on Tuesday.
I remain dizzy, and headaches, blurred vision, and extreme fatigue are the orders of the day. Yet, I am cheered by the fact that I am making the ultimate sacrifice for my race.
Update three (Saturday, a few minutes after noon):
Sometimes you have to make choices. With the purchase of an extra value meal at around 11 this morning, I ended my hunger strike, which lasted three days. Might I say that a Big Extra value meal at McDonald’s never tasted so good.
I think Matt Dinniman's artwork sums it up best:
Looks like ArtSparker got everything right except the color.