Mandatory Abortion Clinic and Water Abortion Pool:
Pregnant women and any female under the age of 21 wearing makeup or
displaying a bare midriff or knee will visit Obama's Abortion Factory.
Upon entering the room, they will be overcome with the vile stench of
rotting fetuses, left dangling from rusty OB/GYN stirrups and dripping
onto the filthy linoleum. As the gals move through the room on the
Abortion Factory assembly line, into the darkness, they will hear a
crunching sound under their feet. The lights will flash to reveal a
floor covered with the skulls of little human babies!
Just before the room is plunged
back into darkness, the guests will see the enormous grinning white teeth of
someone from across the room. Is
it a linebacker in a black wig? No!
It's negress, Michelle Obama, and as she drop-kicks a baby skull
across the factory, she lets out a blood-curdling laugh and screams:
"Bring on the next bitch!"
Geriatrics Euthanasia Mill:
Located in Hell Hospital's
basement, visitors over the age of 40 (and under the age of 40 with any
disability) will witness an Obama Death Panel firsthand. They will enter
a dark area and a spotlight will appear over a table where two men are
seated in the center of the room. The light will then pan across the
walls where visitors will see hundreds of elderly men and women chained
to a damp wall and dressed in rags, with urine and other body fluids running
down their emaciated, mottled legs.
As visitors approach the table at the center of the room, they
will see that the two men are Obama Administration-appointed
officials, illiterate black thugs hired through affirmative
action, who demand to be called "His Highness Potentate Judge." One of the judges will
announce, "Now, it time to be deciding which one of you white
folks get you some medical cares!"
The other judge will then
pick up a sawed-off shotgun, which he points at the old people
against the blood-speckled wall.
Each time he says, "You ain't getting none!" he shoots
the patient in the head. Visitors
will be splattered with warm pig's blood that is forcefully
jet-sprayed from behind the wall where the elderly patient was
standing. Visitors will witness at least three shootings per
session. Plastic ponchos are available in the Hell Hospital
lobby for $75.
Sexual Reorientation
Room:
All children under the age
of 21 without any disability will be taken directly to this room after
the four-hour wait. They will witness patients being stripped of their
clothes by wild, drunk dogs and prodded in the bottom by effeminate
surgeons dressed in rubber, Roman Catholic priest outfits.
One priest will say, "I think we should use the taxpayer
dollars to see what would happen if we attached a boy's penis to
the back of a monkey's butt
-- or, for convenience, the inside of the Pope's mouth!"
A light will flash to show a dead monkey on an operating table
with a erect penis crudely attached to its red rump.
Then the Pope will appear in a mustard colored Hitler
Youth blouse and a German beer garden wench's full, Bavarian
skirt, making obscene sucking noises, before writhing and
passing out in ecstasy on a pile of naked altar boys. As
the Pope falls onto the boys, the visitors
will see clearly that he isn't wearing undergarments.
Another doctor will say, "I think we should use the taxpayer
dollars to see if we can turn a pretty little girl into one of
those Rosie O'Donnell-type bull dykes." A light will flash to
show a little girl sitting in a chair with her eyes being held
open by tomboys with tweezers. She is watching "The Greta Van Susteren Story," a pornographic lesbian movie. When visitors
move closer, they will see that an old nun is hungrily lapping
at something between the young girl's legs.
The final doctor will announce: "I think we should use the taxpayer dollars to make every last person in Freehold,
Iowa
into a damned, penis-crazed homo! A light will shine onto a door
in the back of the room where the Lord Jesus rushes into the
room and hacks the doctors to pieces with a five-foot serrated
machete made of gold and a rusty can-opener.
The Catch-All Sickness
Room:
Visitors who do not fit
into any of the other categories will be shoved by a burly black nurse
into a large sick room where they will witness dozens of ill and
diseased patients, many in the country illegally, laying on the floor
or slouched over wooden benches. Some patients will have open head
wounds bleeding onto other patients; others will be moaning and
screaming for green cards and medicine. The room will have very poor
ventilation; the stink from feces and refried beans will be
overwhelming.
After a moment, a spotlight will appear over a desk in front of
the room where a doctor of African descent sits watching Oprah.
He will call out a number and a patient will get up off the
floor and crawl toward the doctor's desk made of precious
stones. The doctor will ask them, "What be ailin' you muh brudda?"
while not making eye contact with the patient. The war veteran
patient will mumble something and the inattentive doctor will
point to a giant bowl of assorted pills (some are aspirin, some
Viagra, some anti-psychotics, but most are just Tic-Tacs) on the
desk next to a jar of pickled pigs feet. Patients will pick a
random pill and be given a glass of water, which is drawn from a
clogged toilet with a ladle. Some will make it to the door;
others will have seizures or start to attack other patients. The
entire office will become a blood bath before visitors are
walked out. As they leave, they will see the African doctor
still sitting quietly at his desk, still watching Oprah and
diddling something enormous under his smock.
