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How Barack Obama and Rock Hudson Are Alike (Hint: a complicit press worked a clear agenda to protect their secrets for years). Oh, and they’re also both gay as rainbows.

May 26, 2013 by Kevin DuJan http://hillbuzz.org/how-barack-obama-and-rock-hudson-are-alike-hint-a-complicit-press-worked-a-clear-agenda-to-protect-their-secrets-for-years-oh-and-theyre-also-both-gay-as-rainbows-39568

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I recently watched an episode of the series “The Will” that’s available on Amazon Instant Video right now, which investigates the controversies surrounding the settling of celebrity estates and trusts; the episode of note (Season 2, Episode 5: The Estate of Rock Hudson) was about what happened to Rock Hudson’s millions after he died in 1985 and the world finally “discovered” Rock was gay (shocker!)…and had purposefully never disclosed his HIV status to his live-in male lover at the time, Marc Christian MacGinnis. I’m 36 and was just a kid when Rock died…but I remember most people being shocked to learn that this famous Hollywood leading man was actually gay for all those many years of his career as a heterosexual heartthrob, having Pillow Talk with Doris Day, smooching Julie Andrews in some random movie, running around with Susan St. James as his pretend wife on the tee-vee, tangling with Elizabeth Taylor in Giant, bearding it up with Phyllis Gates as his pretend wife in real life, and finally freaking Linda Evans out by kissing her on “Dynasty” (back when people were largely ignorant of how HIV spreads and the poor woman thought for many months she’d caught the then-quickly-fatal disease (and not to mention cooties) from her on-screen lip lock with deeply closeted gay Rock Hudson).

As you’d see if you click the link above, the investigators on “The Will” spent a good amount of time explaining to the audience why so many people were so stunned to learn that Rock was gay…even though those who lived and worked in Hollywood knew about his romantic preferences and general antics for years. Looking back on the man and his career, it’s incredibly obvious that he was gay, was hosting fabulous pool parties for barely-dressed young bucks, and that he engaged in a sham marriage with a studio secretary (that would be Phyllis Gates) because he needed that playacting for his public image (to beard what he was doing in private).
In case you haven’t figured this part out, “beards” in this context aren’t the scruffy, manly thing actors Chris Pine and Ben Affleck look awesome sporting on their faces…but the opportunistic sort, of the female persuasion, that closeted male celebrities squire on their arms (to fool the rubes into believing they are He-Man, die-hard, heterosexuals). Actors have been doing this since the advent of Hollywood fame (if not before motion pictures even existed)…and somewhere along the line in recent decades the political world has followed suit. Maybe when the country elected a former actor to be president in the 1980s the Washington establishment decided the best way to manage political image was by cribbing notes from the honchos of the old studio system in California, which protected the “brand” of marketable gay-men-posing-as-straight by teaming them up with beards best suited for the role.
This, of course, makes Michelle Obama the most high-profile and powerful beard in history (even if it can’t get her to dress worth a damn (or find a convincingly realistic wig and stick with it), unlike the countless Hollywood beards that have sprouted up before her).
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My good friend Justine who retired to Toluca Lake, California was in her 20s back in Rock’s promiscuous heyday and she well remembers his house in Beverly Hills, which he called “The Castle”. Back then, there was a club in Los Angeles named Studio One that attracted all sorts of celebrities of the mid-70s to the cleaner, less drug-hazed, and more vibrant version of New York’s Studio 54. While people like Andy Warhol, Bianca Jagger, and even Jackie Kennedy were buzzing down to the dank VIP pit in 54 (which was actually just a basement-cum-exclusive-lounge…no pun intended, I swear) to hold court amidst all that trademarked debauchery, the likes of Farrah Fawcett, Elizabeth Taylor, and Raquel Welch were dazzling Studio One with sporadic appearances where they were embraced and admired by “their gays”. In keeping with the natural laws of gay physics, wherever there are celebrated female divas there will always be an endless supply of hot, young gay guys in their retinue…since gay guys are attracted to these women by gravitational force (if never sexual chemistry) and the lure of their vicarious limelight.
Justine remembers Rock’s assistants and procurers coming “down the hill” from The Castle to invite the hottest, tallest, and blondest men back to the mansion to have a swim and meet Rock…since a closeted Hollywood movie star couldn’t come down to Studio One to pick up boys himself. It seemed to Justine that picking up studs for Rock Hudson was a full-time job that just about everyone in those circles knew about. “Nice work if you can get it, right?”, she told me, while explaining that the procurers weren’t at all subtle about what they were doing…and that they didn’t have to be, since most guys were closeted themselves and saw no benefit in talking to anyone about Rock Hudson having the modern equivalent of the Abercrombie & Fitch catalog’s models delivered to his “Castle” on a regular basis…as if the guy was ordering-in Kung Pao chicken or Orange Beef.
“The Will” confirmed Justine’s take on this, since all of the celebrity tabloids and media outlets of the time knew that Rock was gay but would never run any stories on it. In fact, the owners of those publications SPECIFICALLY and EMPHATICALLY refused to “out” major movie stars (even the ones who, unlike Rock, weren’t so discrete and were picking up boys of their own in person in the West Hollywood bars of the day). Sometimes entertainment writers in Photoplay magazine or whatever would make inside-jokes or drop clues and hints about what was really going on (much like Matt Drudge does here in 2013 on his Drudge Report regarding Barack Obama’s homosexuality), but that was more of a game they played with regular readers who were also in-the-know.
This is all echoed in how the media at-large operates to this day, where guys like Tom Cruise, John Travolta, Will Smith, Zac Ephron, Bradley Cooper, Leonardo DiCaprio, Lucas Haas, Billy Zane, Kevin Spacey, Kevin Kline, Kevin Connelly (geesh, what is it with gay Kevins?), Taylor Lautner, Jake Gyllenhaal, Tobey Maguire, Vin Diesel, and Ryan Seacrest have one beard or another on their arms almost at-all-times and engage in either sham marriages with willing, ambitious women or just cycle through a series of studio-manufactured “girlfriends” to keep people from gossiping about who they really wake up next to in the morning (hint: that person has morning stubble in addition to bed head).
If you are smart and savvy and can read between the lines in entertainment magazines (or get the straight truth on who’s gay in Hollywood from sites like WeHoConfidential or Blind Gossip, which are both regular reads for anyone who wants to discover the truth about celebrities the media pushes on us), you’ll know that reporters play along with the game of never outing a celebrity unless “The Powers That Be” (TPTB) want to destroy the guy for some reason. That rarely happens, though, because I think the papers fear a backlash against them for the outing…and they figure they can make more money in the long run by keeping quiet, blackmailing the celebrity for access, and eventually publishing everything they have in their files on the guy after he’s dead or comes out of the closet on his own (like Richard Chamberlain, Tab Hunter, Troy Donahue, and George Takei did eventually).
If you are wondering who constitutes “TPTB”, your guess is as good as mine…but since most companies are owned by other larger companies and a town like Hollywood is run by a handful of very wealthy and influential people who maintain their grips on power by channeling the Mount Olympus scenes from the original Clash of the Titans (or, to really gay things up to Great Merciful Zeus! level around here…the Olympian scenes in the Broadway stage production of “Xanadu”)…you can deduce that white-haired men somewhere who play Zeus decide which of the little clay figures transformed into dazzling stars will be forever protected and which ones will come crashing down in flames in the tabloids, once they’ve exhausted their usefulness.
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Though I don’t believe the same exact “TPTB” in charge of Hollywood holds exclusive sway in Washington, I think that a lot of these people overlap…particularly when a Democrat is in the White House.
Now more than ever before, the worlds of politics and entertainment have merged…and closeted gay politicians of both parties are protected by a “studio system” equivalent that largely embargoes any stories that would “out” these men…until a time comes when Democrats need to nuke the guy to achieve some goal of the Left’s.

[ Click above to embiggen: the worst kept secret in Republican ranks in Illinois is that Aaron Schock is as gay as I am ]

For instance, right here in Chicago I’ve personally seen — with my own eyes — Congressman Aaron Schock of Peoria in the Chicago gay bar MiniBar caressing and kissing on some pretty hot guys before he won his Congressional seat and became a pinup model in Men’s Health magazine (and, oddly, a darling of the media who is trotted around, often shirtless, for tons of interviews in all sorts of glossy magazines). This was in 2008 and Schock was not at all secretive and had no fears of being recognized…since the odds of someone in a gay bar in Chicago geared towards twenty-somethings knowing who a Republican politician was were pretty slim. The Democrats who spotted Schock just smiled, no doubt complimented him on his taste in men and ability to pickup a buff soccer player or two…all the while knowing he’d forever be in their back pocket when they needed him in the future (since they’d blackmail him to vote their way whenever they’d want…lest they out Schock and reveal his taste for other men).
Conservative people are incredibly good and nice at heart…but are very naive by nature. I think that’s because they find it hard to understand the duplicity and relentlessly conniving nature of the political Left. One of the things that perplexes lifelong Republicans I know is that they don’t understand why Democrats are ready and willing to help Aaron Schock rise to even greater power in the future…and might even allow him to become a Senator or the Governor of Illinois someday; Democrats are obviously doing this since they know full well that they can always control Schock by threatening to out him if he ever strays from the plantation. And since they know they can control him, it’s advantageous to maneuver Schock higher up in Republican ranks, where he can be more useful to Democrats (and increasingly more vulnerable to blackmail). This way, even if Democrats lose a statewide office when Schock beats a Democrat who ran against him the Left still “wins”, technically, because Schock’s one of the Republicans that Democrats control through blackmail. It’s actually almost better for the Left that they maintain a few closeted gay Republicans on the blackmail roles like this, because whenever the Left needs “bipartisan support” for anything THESE are the guys that are rushed in front of the camera to help Democrats sell Americans another manure-sandwich and tell them how delicious (or, should that be how fabulous) it all is.

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That’s how Democrats have controlled Lindsey Graham for years…and why he’s always racing to support things like amnesty for Mexican criminals in this country so he can be “that bipartisan voice” that comes out to call conservatives unreasonable whenever Republicans are actually taking an important stand on something that matters. If Graham doesn’t do what his masters on the Left tell him to do, they will out him in spectacular and embarrassing fashion…the way they did to Senator Larry Craig and Congressman Mark Foley (the former was labeled “the bathroom toe-tapper” and the latter was the creep chasing after Congressional pages back in 2006…though both of their outings were timed perfectly to help Democrats gain momentum in the upcoming Congressional races, which allowed the Left to take back the House). In case you’re keeping score, that means the Left strategically burned two of its blackmailable closet-case Republicans in order to complete the chess move that handed the Speaker’s gavel over to Nancy Pelosi.
While the Left is playing master chess like this using closeted gay Republicans as pawns, conservatives are off playing checkers on their porch…or not even aware they should be playing anything.
Another great example of all this is former Governor Charlie Crist in Florida, who is not only gay but who used to dress up in drag and go by the name “Sweet Charlotte” when heading to the Green Iguana gay bar in Tampa for alcohol-fueled romps with men. Crist is just so shamelessly opportunistic and pitiful that I swear he’s part lizard, but Democrats keep doing everything they can to reward his service to the Left…and might even succeed in electing him to statewide office in the future. ”Chameleon Charlie” currently has a beard that’s less believable than any of Tom Cruise’s three former wives; she’s the former Carole Rome, who is heiress to a family fortune made from selling novelty products like whoopee cushions and plastic dog vomit. When the two of them are photographed together in public awkwardly holding hands and pretending to be physically attracted to one another, somewhere the ghosts of Rock Hudson and Phyllis Gates chuckle in the summer lands of the afterlife…before turning their incorporeal heads and craning their phantom necks to both gape at Montgomery Clift, James Dean, Rudolph Valentino, and all the other eternally handsome men up in Heaven. Carole Crist, meanwhile, must really love being the wife of a former governor and national joke who leaves orange stains on any furniture he sits in.
Crist should fascinate everyone reading this because, of all the gay Republicans out there, reporters have come closest to outing him and talking about the obvious: that the man is gayer than a pocketful of rainbows at a Ricky Martin concert. Even the Huffington Post has written about Crist’s “alleged” homosexuality (which is about as “alleged” as my own, I laugh out loud), because last summer they ran a piece on Crist paying men to pretend they never slept with him (since Crist wants to make a political comeback in Florida and Democrats are eager to help him with that). The only thing surprising or startling about that HuffPo piece is that it was even written…since HuffPo tends to facilitate the Left’s agenda and I thought the memo was still clear on everyone pretending Charlie Crist was straight because that hurts Republicans. Sometimes, though, a politician is just too flamboyant and his beard is too absurd and hard-to-swallow that even the hacks working at HuffPo can’t carry any more water for Chameleon Charlie.
As for the GOP at large, I still don’t understand why they just don’t out Crist and expose him as the shameless liar that he is (and let’s be clear: it very much is in fact a big lie to hide your homosexuality when it’s clear that Democrats use a lie like that to affect how a politician votes in office or the decisions he makes when in an executive role)…but I’ve been told repeatedly through the years by people within the RNC that a Republican can never talk about anyone being gay for fear of the Left unleashing the Gaystapo goon squad on them…calling them bigots or homophobes because they are outing a shameless liar (who is being blackmailed by Democrats). In addition to being naive a lot of the time and playing checkers while Democrats play chess, conservatives also have a weird habit of digging their feet in on a very bad idea…and this one in particular is that they enjoy saying “I don’t care who someone sleeps with and I won’t listen to this” because I think it makes them feel good about themselves to say that “sexuality shouldn’t matter”. I think it’s nice and everything that they say they feel this way, but they’re foolish because it CERTAINLY DOES MATTER that Democrats have an easy way to blackmail someone because he’s watching select scenes from Magic Mike all day, just waiting for the Left to tell him how to vote (lest they out him as punishment).

Great Merciful Zeus that was an awesome movie. You should watch it, like a lot. It’s fabulous.
Where was I? Oh, yah…you might not care who movie stars really go to bed with at night (because there’s something wrong with you), but you do actually need to speak up about Republican politicians (or, former Republicans, in Chameleon Charlie’s case) being closeted because these men are ruthlessly used and controlled by Democrats (lest their secrets spill out).
I’ve never said this before because I was never sure and I don’t have any proof of it, but I really think that John McCain might be secretly gay too…because at the end of his career he’s still trotting out to help the Left whenever Democrats demand it. A former presidential candidate in his last term who knows he will never be a real national leader again doesn’t need to do the things that McCain just keeps doing to push the Left’s agenda under the “maverick bipartisan” banner. Back in 2000, before George Bush won the Republican nomination, I felt in my gut that Democrats were getting ready to out McCain and that they were laying the groundwork by having John Grisham write the book “The Brethren”…because the main character in the book is clearly based on McCain, but he actually becomes the Republican presidential nominee in the story instead of losing to Bush; in “The Brethren”, the McCain character carries on a flirtation with who he thinks is a teenaged boy…and it just gets so specifically creepy that I wonder if someone fed Grisham intel on McCain and told him to create a “novel” out of it. I am sure you are aware this happens all the time with writers, both in books and on TV shows and in movies; political operatives feed stories to creative people all the time so that dirt on an opponent can get out in creative ways and become part of the cultural landscape before Democrats need to launch the actual attack via MSNBC and CNN. I have a hard time believing that “The Brethren” featured a very McCain-like closeted gay presidential candidate in the VERY SAME YEAR that some thought McCain would become the Republican nominee; you may have never even heard of this book, but I bet you would have if Bush had lost in the primaries. McCain is one of those men who just set off my gaydar but I’ve never heard any stories about him doing anything with guys…though his energetic rushes to help the Left whenever Democrats call always make me think he’s protecting himself by selling out his Republican constituents on issue after issue.
Stupidly, Republicans keep electing guys like John McCain, Lindsey Graham and Aaron Schock and sending them to Washington to represent conservative constituents…but on important votes these guys will ALWAYS betray the people who trust them because Harry Reid or Nancy Pelosi will pick up the phone and say in no uncertain terms “Vote with us or we out your sorry ass on national tee-vee tomorrow, Mary”. When that phone rings, you’d think it was Zac Ephron calling the way Graham and Schock in particular leap to their feet to do whatever Reid or Pelosi want them to do…because lying about who they really are and keeping their liaisons with men a secret is such an important part of their lives at this point that they just can’t imagine functioning without Democrats pulling their strings like this. I honestly don’t think these guys would even know what to do anymore if they didn’t have Democrats always at the ready to tell them how to vote…or else. Like with Stockholm Syndrome, I think these guys learn to love their arrangements. I’m going to start calling it Lindsey Graham Syndrome, since he’s the most obvious face of this behavior (or the Bette Davis eyes of it, anyway).

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Though it’s rare, closeted gay Democrats are also in some danger of being outed by a Reid-Pelosi blackmail maneuver…as we saw with former Congressman Eric Massa, whom Nancy Pelosi personally outed when he would not go along with her orders on voting to enact Obamacare. Do you remember this man? He’s a porcine and disgusting little cretin whom Rahm Emanuel actually chased naked into the Congressional showers to scream at him to do what he was told and vote for Obamacare in the House back in the early days of the Golden Age of Hope and Change that is the Obama presidency. How on Earth could you forget that? This was a rare occasion when I can’t honestly tell you which of the two people involved in an encounter deserves to be screamed at naked more, Massa or the truly repugnant Rahm Emanuel. Pass the popcorn and the shower shoes, Mary.

Shortly after that encounter when Massa would not back down (since his constituents did not want Obamacare), Pelosi picked up the phone and ordered the release of information that Massa was under investigation for sexually harassing male staffers, keeping young men as essentially houseboy slaves in his Washington home, and generally making Barney Frank look like a fine and upstanding citizen in comparison. “Release the Kraken, it’s time to destroy Massa and tell the whole world there’s glitter in all of his pockets,” I imagine Pelosi snarling to whoever it is who answers that hot-pink emergency phone that’s used to out prominent, closeted gay dudes.
That phone’s usually dusty, though, because it’s rare for Democrats to ever out other Democrats…since someone needs to really cross a line on something important to receive that “release the Kraken” directive from Pelosi.
If you are a closeted gay politician of either party and the Democrat Party does not want you outed, the press will never say a thing about your proclivities (or the fact that you’re a gay Republican like Graham, Schock, Crist, or the more-I-think-of-it-it-just-makes-too-much-sense McCain who is being blackmailed by Democrats on a regular basis). I don’t know why so many conservatives have such a hard time understanding this, but the media in our country really is an Orwellian Ministry of Truth that exists to elect Democrats and keep the Democrat Party in control. So whenever I find an email from someone that asks me “Why don’t reporters tell the truth about this?” I feel like I’m opening a heartfelt letter from a sweet kid asking me how Santa Claus gets to all those homes all over the world in one night. A lot of conservatives live in the world of “Should” instead of the reality we actually occupy, since they believe that reporters “should” tell the truth in stories and “should” let someone know which politicians are lying and pretending to be straight when they aren’t. These same trusting people also think that reporters “should” let everyone know what secrets Democrats keep…so if no one is talking then there must be no secrets at all, or the good reporters “would” tell us important information like they “should”.
Yes, Virginia there indeed is a Santa Claus…but, NO (in all CAPS and BOLDED FOR EMPHASIS), reporters will never tell the truth about any Democrats…and will only speak the truth about Republicans when that’s what Democrats want the media to do. Life will be so much simpler and logical for you if you just accept the reality that every person you see speaking on tee-vee is reading from a script prepared by the Democrat Party (even the people on FOX, to a large extent). Just about the only people in this world who appear regularly in the media whom I trust to tell the truth these days are Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, and Rush Limbaugh. Thomas Sowell, Mark Steyn, Jerome Corsi and more often than not Ann Coulter too (depending on which version of her shows up for work that day). Everyone else lies to protect Democrats, because that is what they were taught to do in journalism school, that is what they are expected to do by their editors at work, and that’s what they need to keep doing if they want to advance in their careers as political writers or tee-vee personalities.
This is all especially true in 2013 while the sitting president is not only a magical black man who the media must protect from all criticisms because of his race…but also because he’s a closeted, on-the-down-low gay man who additionally happens to be a raging drug addict.
So, Great Merciful Zeus anyone who talks about ANY of that mess is just going to be pummeled by every hand on deck at the Ministry of Truth.
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The studio system in Hollywood that protected Rock Hudson’s secret gay life (and his HIV infection) for so long has absolutely nothing on the well-coordinated and disciplined operation hiding Barack Obama’s own secrets. Just like Rock, Barack is indeed gay…and just like Rock, Barack has a beard of a wife who enjoys her role and relishes all the perks it brings her. This is something very common in the black community, for a woman to serve as a beard for a closeted gay black man who is “on the down low” or “DL-ing it”, as the slang goes. Black women have no qualms at all about being a beard for gay black men, because homosexuality is such a hated “condition” in the black community and these women see opportunities for personal advancement by hitching their trains to some gay man’s star. Even straight black women who are successful in their own right and don’t need a man to give them money or make them powerful marry gay black guys or maintain longterm bizarre “dating” arrangements with them…just like Oprah Winfrey, Toni Morrison, and Star Jones all did.
Michelle Obama is a beard, too, but she needed to ride Barack Obama’s coattails to power (partly to get away from Jesse Jackson, on whom her family depended for many years). This arrangement is no different than Rock Hudson’s with his beard of a wife Phyllis Gates…and no different from Mimi Rogers, Nicole Kidman, Katie Holmes, Kelly Preston, Jada Pinkett Smith, Zoe Saldana, Selena Gomez, Juliann Hough, Vanessa Hudgens, and all the women who beard it up for gay guys who want to be movie stars or other incarnations of celebrity. Being the pretend wife to an upwardly mobile gay guy is both fun and profitable…and there’s no reason these woman can’t have studs of their own on the side while their husbands-on-paper-and-in-the-press-only spend time “with the guys” playing basketball, golfing, or whatever else they do when they disappear off the record for long stretches of time (that staffers in the White House in particular claim are “irrelevant” and “not something the public needs to know about”).
Democrats have an extreme and vested interest in protecting the “Obama brand” at all costs, since the Left’s hold on power depends on Americans deluding themselves into believing the first black First Family is like the Huxtable clan from the beloved “The Cosby Show” (when in reality, the Obamas are actually strikingly similar to Will and Jada Pinkett Smitth…who have a mutually-beneficial marriage that’s produced children like the Obamas, but Will’s most often off cavorting with boyfriend Duane Martin like Barack’s screwing around with his longtime Love, first name Reggie…and the most delicious irony of all is that in the next few years Will and Jada will portray Barack and Michelle in some hyped-up movie…and Hollywood will give them both Academy Awards for the roles, you just watch).
Of course, reporters know that Barack Obama does drugs in the White House and is often so incapacitated that staffers scramble to think up increasingly more bizarre lies for where he was when something important was happening in the country. They sure can’t tell the American public the truth, that while the phone was ringing off the hook over the murder of the American Ambassador to Libya that the President of the United States was out of his mind high on cocaine…or that when other people were suffering or dying in name-the-tragedy the current president was naked and sweaty with Reggie, Kal Penn, or Hera-Only-Knows-Who wherever there was a door that would close and a light switch to flip off as the two of them got it on.
Naive people have a weird belief that the Secret Service exists to watch the president and make sure he doesn’t do anything bad to himself or others…but that’s not their mission or role. Those praetorians are strictly there to keep external forces from harming the president and the other people under their protective umbrella…but the Secret Service does not prevent the president from acquiring or abusing drugs while in office and Secret Service officers will not reveal to the public what they observe regarding presidential drug use, gay sex, or whatever else Barack Obama gets up to. If they were snitches, then presidents would keep them at arms-length…which would place lives in jeopardy. Think back to Rock Hudson’s staffers heading down to Studio One to acquire boys for the movie star and remember how none of these people ever spilled the beans about Rock being gay…and now flash to the year 2013 and realize that the Secret Service serves the same purpose for Barack Obama.
When you think about it, this current president’s recreational drug use and his gay sexcapades make the recent conduct of the Secret Service all the more understandable. If you wondered why the Secret Service agents engaged in activity with prostitutes thought they could get away with what they were doing while on trips abroad with the current president you need to think about what they’ve observed Barack Obama himself doing, either abroad or in the White House itself. I’m sure you’ve noticed that the behavior of any staff is directly related to the tone and professionalism of the “Big Boss” of that organization. This sort of Secret Service debauchery did not happen when George W. Bush, Bush Sr., or Ronald Reagan were presidents…but we did hear a few things during the Clinton years and we’re still witnessing the sexcapades and debauchery that the Secret Service engages in during the Golden Age of Hope and Change with Obama as president. The praetorians are following the example that their “Big Boss” sets…whose Secret Service codename is “Renegade”, by the way. And it was chosen for a reason. The man is out of control, the Secret Service knows it, but agents are forbidden from (and perhaps even scared of) speaking out about what Barack Obama does when he’s in private.
Because we are friends like this, I hope that you and I together live to see the day when everything about Barack and Michelle Obama is revealed to the public. I don’t think this will happen for many, many years though…if we use the Kennedy secrets as any guide for how long it will take for reporters to get around to admitting what was happening in the White House. When I was a kid in the mid-80s, it was still hush-hush whispered that JFK “may have had an affair with Marilyn Monroe” and that the Kennedy family was “allegedly behind killing her”. We still haven’t reached the point where people just state the obvious and agree that, YES, the Kennedys killed this woman…but here in 2013 it’s widely accepted that JFK was cheating on Jackie with the unbalanced Hollywood bombshell. Surprisingly — and I never thought THIS would happen — we’re actually far enough away from “Camelot” that Jackie is no longer “St. Jacqueline of Grace”…and we’re learning that she herself cheated on her husband during their marriage, was more than a little racist sometimes, adored conspiracy theories, and probably went to her grave believing that Lyndon Johnson was behind the assassination (while I think it was indeed Fidel Castro, by the way, in case you were wondering…since I think it was Castro’s chess move after the death of the Diem Brothers).
Honestly, I believe the future is going to look something like this in terms of what the public eventually learns about “Renegade” Barack Obama:
2013 to 2017: the Ministry of Truth will mock anyone who insists that Barack Obama does cocaine in the White House, that he’s gay, that Reggie Love is his boyfriend, and that he’s an avowed Marxist and is Muslim at heart.
2017: Obama leaves office…and six or seven months later, depending on which party is now in the White House, we hear a little bit here and there about Obama having been unstable during some of the crises of recent years
2020s: A shocking revelation will emerge that Obama was still doing drugs while in office (but you’ve known this since 2009 if you’ve been paying attention)
2030s: People will finally comment on the fact that Obama was a Marxist…and possibly the Left will be openly admitting he was a Muslim, with Obama possibly revealing this himself and becoming a devote Muslim as the biggest F-U to the American people he can think of
Early 2040s: Barack Obama passes away at the age of 70-something from some degenerative disease that was caused by either his drug use or his sexcapades with men. By that time, Barack and Reggie have probably lived together for years the way Cary Grant and Randolph Scott did or the way Raymond Burr (tee-vee’s Perry Mason) lived with Robert Benevides…who were all, it should be noted, “just very good friends” until the more famous one died…and then people admitted they were as gay as rainbows the whole damn time. Well, duh.
Mid-2040s: People finally start realizing that Obama was not just our first Muslim president, but was actually our first actively gay president too. It will be a gradual acceptance of this, kind of like today is the first day that I allowed myself to put the pieces together on John McCain…even though my gaydar’s been pinging on McCain since 2000 when that Grisham book came out.
2050s: It is widely established that Barack Obama was a drug addict, a Marxist, a Muslim, and a homosexual. So, basically, it’s going to take about 35 years or so for the world to catch up with everything that you and I know right here in 2013. What else is new?
Now, I’m basing this timeline on the Kennedy example…and also factoring in the reality that everyone working in the Ministry of Truth today or currently in journalism classes in college or high school is being taught that Barack Obama is a magical black man who must be protected at all costs, even if history needs to be rewritten on a daily basis to make whatever he’s currently doing look better. It’s going to take a long time for us to progress away from the emotional commitment that people in the media have to this man. That void in their hearts that normally is filled by religion in most people is instead dedicated to hero-worship in Barack Obama’s personality cult…and just about everyone working in the media today is afflicted by this. Until the current crop of “news leaders” retires and the next generation of similar Obama devotees expires, we’re not going to see much interest at all in anyone openly talking about Barack Obama’s drug use and his gay sexual appetite. People remain terrified to speak candidly about any of this, for fear of becoming the next Larry Sinclair (who had his life turned upside down, threatened, and largely ruined because he dared speak the truth about his past encounters with Barack Obama in Chicago); other men, like Donald Young, were murdered to prevent them from revealing Obama’s homosexuality. Jerome Corsi, who writes on this topic often, is berated regularly on tee-vee by Rachel Maddow (who apparently just had a foaming, crazed fit over him a week or two ago live on the air at MSNB-See How Much We Protect Obama!).
These are steps that the old Hollywood studio system never even took to protect guys like Rock Hudson who made The Powers That Be a lot of money. Clearly, so much exponentially more is invested in the Obama brand that an Orwellian level of rigid protection, enemy-destruction (hello, IRS Intimidation Scandal), and secret-guarding is required to provide the expected return on the Left’s investment in this gay presidential coke head.
Yah, I said it.
The current President of the United States is a gay coke head…and I’m not talking about the kind that came in the silver can that Whitney Houston used to sing about in the 80s on the tee-vee, but the kind that ended up drowning the poor woman in Beverly Hills last year.
I’m not afraid in the least to talk about it, because it’s the truth…even if I am ahead of my time in doing this in 2013 instead of safely waiting until 2048 or whatever to call a gay coke head a “gay coke head”.
Because he is.
You know it too, I think, in your heart…even if you might be ready to put all the pieces together for yourself. But, really, it’s the one and only solution that makes sense of every oddball thing about the Obama Regime and the Golden Age of Hope and Change.
QUESTION FOR COMMENTS: Do you think Barack Obama is a gay presidential coke head? Are you afraid of the IRS or Homeland Security coming for you it you say it out loud? What do you think will happen if millions of us all call this would-be pharaoh a gay presidential coke head as often as possible from now on?

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