MITT ROMNEY'S DUMB RUM DIARY MOVIE

Way back in 2009, they filmed a movie about my sidekick blogging about Mitt Romney's off-shore business interests, while the NYT et al were on the verge of intellectual 666 bankruptcy. Because his foreigner newspaper was lying about the abomination of desolation's off-shore roots. Which everybody thought back then would be no problemo, just as long as the Mormon from Massachusetts would continue to bear his testimony in church on fast [lady] Sunday about how he absolutely knows for sure that Barack Obama is a true citizen of the United Nations States of America, who was born somewhere around BYU, Hawaii. ~ Talk about The King's BLUE HAWAII movies period during the 19666s, which featured my future 4 pairs of Mormon polygamist wives at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_Hawaii ~ Think, "ECSTATIC ROMANCE... EXOTIC DANCERS..." like in Sienna Miller's next movie, while I watch Rihanna eat out Gisele's pussy on the beach in BLAME IT ON RIO at: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2172589/Gisele-Bundchens-naked-ambition-laid-bare-daring-nude-beach-shoot-Vogue-Paris.html?ito=feeds-newsxml ~ The cool thing about THE RUM DIARY's prelude to the sudden metaphorical murder of Barack Obama, is that Johnny Depp plays the sidekick to the movie's GSR/TWN anima figure played by Aaron Eckhart. Right around the same time that Depp is breaking up in real life with that French bitch in his life who was his own private Idaho stand-in for my own French half Jew bitch who stabbed me in the back in 1979. [Think my bitch Johnny Depp, 2009.] ~ GSR/TWN ~ NOTES: My sidekick ape went ape-shit in Harry Reid's Las Vegas and started pounding on cars, just like Clint Eastwood's future Obama buddy did in John McCain's Tucson, Arizona. Who the fuck wants to vote for another phony George Bush, John McCain, Bob Dole meets Clint Eastwood, Bruce Willis, and Bob Hope Republican? [Think Woody Allen meets Jay Leno on the tonight show, circa 1967.] Anybody who is lying to your nigger black-face about the well known homosexual illegal alien in the new Casablanca, doesn't have the street smarts or the two tennis balls of Judah and Ephraim to deal with what is now at the doors. ~ The pix keep coming in which testify to the fact that Miley Cyrus is just dying to meet me, per those Puerto Rican girls in that famous ROLLING STONES song, at: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2173297/Miley-Cyrus-steps-strange-scrapes-forearm.html