Looking For Votes In All The Wrong Places …or, How I Came To Love ACORN and Illegal Immigration Amnesty

Like any seasoned Chicago politician, Obama would frequently go to the cemetery to register voters. One night he came across a grave so old and worn that he couldn't make out the name on the tombstone. The staffer holding the flashlight got impatient and suggested that they just move on to the next plot. Obama angrily exclaimed, "This person has as much right to vote for me as anyone else here!"