Till you can't dance no...

I told you it would be soon.

Das Kainenchen has been having far too much fun over at Obamicon.me, and apparently, so have quite a few of the Darling Adolphe Dancing Stormtrooper Review Fan-Club and Sewing Circle! Let's see some of their masterpieces:



Ich bin ein Berlimer.


Guess she told you.

I'm not sure what to say about this one:


For some values of 'visionary'. YMMV. Mine ran out of gas in Poland.

Here's another which skirts the line between amusing and being facepalm-fail:


So... what exactly are we trying to say with this piece?


Finally, an answer to that age old question (well, not my answer, but still...):



This calls for...

DANCE PARTY:



(and be sure to check out The Original Dancer of Pants offa Churchill all grown up.) Lol, awesomeface.

Why they can't do this whole rock you till dey mock you shit to Napoleon is beyond me. Nappy and Hitler should so form a rap group together...

Hm.

Stay tuned, mine kinder.