Our Faggot President

The nigger in chief is on the cover of yet another fag magazine. Mens Fitness. He has hit the circuit, basically, he has made it onto the cover of every fagmag there is. Vanity Fair, Rolling Stone, Time, every other week. The only reason he has NOT made it onto the cover of O, Aperah Winfery's rag, is because she is the only one who appears on the cover of every issue. Gentleman's Quarterly, Esquire, all taken care of. I expect he'll be on the covers of Vogue, Womens Wear Daily, W, V, Playgirl, Elle, Marie Clair, and Erect Penises In Mens' Mouths very soon. I chose the LEAST faggy picture of the nigger in chief i could find to be fair to the little pansy. What's REALLY sad is that Herb Ritts and Robert Mappelthorp both died before Herb could photograph Barak in a thin white t-shirt with water dripping down his skin emerging from the sea in black-and-white clarity perfection with an expression of quiet gay resolution on his face, or before Robert could photograph him with a boner in the front and the black thick handle of a leather bullwhip being shoved by him into his own ass in the back. THEN we would have had a president worthy of the name faggot. Right now we only have a run of the mill faggot.