Pieter-Dirk Uys is a gay politcal satirist who plays a character known as 'Evita Bezuidenhout.' He has a theater in the quaint village of Darling, not far from Cape Town. Evita will keep you in stitches throughout the performance.
Im here to appeal my weed citation [and fine]. Johnny Whitmires issue is the third item on the agenda for the Muncie Board of Public Works and Safety. Despite everything he has been through, hell take a chance that government can help.
Sitting behind an elevated polished-wood dais, Quirk and two other board members look down on Whitmire when his turn comes. board attorney Quirk tells Whitmire that Whitmore's previous house is still in Whitmores name. Its a fairly common practice, he says. Citi[bank] doesnt want any liability should anybody get hurt on the property.
So Im liable for a house I dont live in or own? Whitmire sputters.
Yes, Quirk says.
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The source article is one of a series. Muncie was chosen since it is the archetypal US "Middletown." More on Whitmire:
"I voted for Obama and had hopes for him," said Whitmire who - as a white, non-college educated male - is part of a fraternity of voters most skeptical of the president. Obama may not get Whitmire's vote in November. "He was thrown into a rat hole," Whitmire says. "He hasn't done much with it."... "If I had a plough and a horse and my wife and kids, and a piece of land, I'd be a happy man," Whitmire says. "If I could turn back the clock, boy - I'd go back."
I became very close to my mother, as my father showed no interest in me.
My mother died at an early age from cancer.
Although my father deserted me and my mother raised me, I later wrote a book idolizing my father not my mother.
Later in life, questions arose over my real name.
My birth records were sketchy.
No one was able to produce a legitimate, reliable birth certificate.
I grew up practicing one faith but converted to Christianity, as it was widely accepted in my new country, but I practiced non-traditional beliefs and didn't follow Christianity, except in the public eye under scrutiny.
I worked and lived among lower-class people as a young adult, disguising myself as someone who really cared about them.
That was before I decided it was time to get serious about my life and embarked on a new career.
I wrote a book about my struggles growing up.
It was clear to those who read my memoirs, that I had difficulties accepting that my father abandoned me as a child.
I became active in local politics in my 30's then, with help behind the scenes, I literally burst onto the scene as a candidate for national office in my 40s.
They said I had a golden tongue and could talk anyone into anything.
I had a virtually non-existent resume, little work history, and no experience in leading a single organization.
Yet I was a powerful speaker and citizens were drawn to me, as though I were a magnet and they were small roofing tacks.
I drew incredibly large crowds during my public appearances.
This bolstered my ego.
At first, my political campaign focused on my country's foreign policy...
I was very critical of my country in the last war, and seized every opportunity to bash my country.
But what launched my rise to national prominence were my views on the country's economy.
I pretended to have a really good plan on how we could do better, and every poor person would be fed and housed for free.
I knew which group was responsible for getting us into this mess.
It was the free market, banks and corporations.
I decided to start making citizens hate them and, if they became envious of others who did well, the plan was clinched tight.
I called mine "A People's Campaign".
That sounded good to all people.
I was the surprise candidate because I emerged from outside the traditional path of politics and was able to gain widespread popular support.
I knew that, if I merely offered the people 'hope', together we could change our country and the world.
So, I started to make my speeches sound like they were on behalf of the downtrodden, poor, ignorant to include "persecuted minorities".
My true views were not widely known and I kept them unknown, until after I became my nation's leader.
I had to carefully guard reality, as anybody could have easily found out what I really believed, if they had simply read my writings and examined those people I associated with. I'm glad they didn't.
Then I became the most powerful man in the world.
And then the world learned the truth.
No, I was not born in Kenya or Hawaii. I was born in Austria.
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Excellent video. It reminds us that liberals really do love poor people-- that's why all their policies are aimed at creating as many of them as possible.
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Oil-coal-gas-nuclear power screw the wind mills solar and electric cars have the freaks do their experiments for this crap on the governments time not the people's. I here soon all of the United States Armor will be powered by solar and 300 foot tall wind mills strapped to the backs of them. Get the ghouls out of the country! Nice fake appearance at the Holocaust museum should not it have been the HOLOGRAM MUSEUM? Digital and cell phones dumb asses!
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