Looking at this town hall audience, easy enough to see this intense emotional outburst by participants amongst the town hall meeting. Looks to be a really rough lot intent on asking tough and decisive questions of Barack about his national health care agenda. Those hard hitting questions ranged from "What do you like about your health care agenda?" to "How can we help you push your agenda into law?" Yes, ma'am, right hard questions.
Obama tells America there were no political plants in his audience. I do not know, I am a tad bit skeptical. I am
quite sure, however, there were a lot of garden variety vegetables sitting out there in the swooning audience.
Lot of turnips, I think, turnips and potatoes. No plants, certainly.

Julia Hall prefaced her question with a comment about conservative protesters "outside saying mean things about reforming health care" then asked of Obama, "How do kids know what is true, and why do people want a new system that can, that help more of us?"
In essence, young Julia states, "Those conservatives outside are a bunch of fucking assholes and we all know you will tell us the truth because you truly care about all of us."
Seems her mother raised her girl right, raised her to be a right good left liberal. Julia is a highly trainable little vegetable sprout well on her way to becoming a socialist Ms. Potato Head.
Nothing odd here, nothing suggesting a plant. Her mother, Kathleen Hall, maintains a Face Book web site which
proudly shows off a photograph of her and Barack grinning and giggling. Hall is also the coordinator of the
Massachusetts Women for Obama during last year's election cycle. She campaigned to become a caucus delegate to
attend the big Denver event. Donation records reflect Kathleen Hall raised and donated thousands of dollars to
Obama's campaign war chest. Certainly pure coincidence Hall has met with Michelle Obama and her two girls. This
is a rather typical event here in America, nothing curious about any of those events.


Sure enough, no plants in his mindless minion audience and I have tiny winged blue monkeys flying out of
my big butt each harmoniously singing Steppenwolf's, "Born To Be Wild".