The left is utterly obsessed with Romney’s decades-old story about his dog riding in a crate on top of his car. If they think that’s bad, then what do they make of The One feasting on the flesh of Rover?
From Chapter two of Obama’s Dreams from My Father:
“With Lolo, I learned how to eat small green chill peppers raw with dinner (plenty of rice), and, away from the dinner table, I was introduced to dog meat (tough), snake meat (tougher), and roasted grasshopper (crunchy). Like many Indonesians, Lolo followed a brand of Islam that could make room for the remnants of more ancient animist and Hindu faiths. He explained that a man took on the powers of whatever he ate: One day soon, he promised, he would bring home a piece of tiger meat for us to share.”