With the popularity of Democratic Presidential candidate Barack Obama, especially on college campuses, bars all over the nation are marketing a new drink called the Obama Slammer (Slamma). The drink has not officially been endorsed by the Obama camp, but it is the official drink of his Facebook page.

The drink itself is a derivative of the popular Alabama Slammer, though not as sweltering with the heat of injustice or oppression.  

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Saturday, October 20, 2007 5807
So my friend helped produce this short film screened at the Milwaukee International Film Festival, and asked me to come and check out the show. I saw a compilation of mostly bad short films. The high school student-written one ( Small Talk) was one of the best, probably because someone bothered to write it. Many of the films seemed to be simply videotaping maybe twenty hours of complete crap, and then editing it down to twenty minutes of complete crap (about nothing).
Sunday, October 16, 2016 17867
While at a hotel in Philadelphia several weeks ago, I was surprised by Hillary Clinton. She was not the robot I’d come to expect.. As I rode the elevator next to her, I couldn’t help but glance her way. Though she seemed weak from her apparent pneumonia and her face was more weathered than I’d remembered, there was a twinkle in her eyes as she said hello to me. Floor after floor, her perfume wafting towards me, I felt as if she was trying to say something to me, a die-hard Republican. She coughed flirtatiously several times. Just as the elevator stopped on my floor, I thought I saw her checking me out as I held my Wall Street Journal near my loins. Something had caught her eye, and I figured it was my $4000 suit, tailored to fit me perfectly...everywhere. And then, just as we were about to part forever, she said it: “I wish I could convince people I really want to help them.” She didn’t tell me my suit would look good on the floor next to her bed or that I reminded her of a movie star like oh-so-many women do. Instead, she was responding to an op-ed in my newspaper. And her words touched me inappropriately. She is a Clinton who coined the failed vast right wing conspiracy; now part of the vast left wing conspiracy. Could she really care about people? Even if it was a ruse, could she really care about what I think in order to pretend just for me? I wanted her to stop. I could not bring myself to say no, but she could tell I was uncomfortable. “Make sure you vote,” she said, knowing full-well that she had grabbed me just a bit too roughly. Me, retracing each line on her face as I exited to the hallway, feeling dirty for hearing her and believing her. Could this woman who I have compared to the devil in multiple Tweets really care about me? Or was I just a prop, used to fulfill some kind of sick fantasy? I know she won’t return my calls, so I don’t bother, but I also will never be the same again. No amount of time will be able to heal my wounds. However, my new BMW Alpina B7 will help me to move on.

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