Here at GNN we've been pondering, and pandering - just recently Nickie gave us a quota - but mostly pondering on why the First Lady (FLOTUS) requires so much attention. Why we are subjected to almost daily, media-generated episodes of "Look at me! Listen to me!" hysteria.Eat your vegetables! But grow them yourself first! Force restaurants to change their menus!
Kill your fat children! But don't eat them! Bury them in your vegatable garden!...suggested that Americans are "programmed" by taste and advertising to eat many things that the government and health professionals know are not healthy for their bodies. So she wants to facilitate a nationwide re-programming of personal tastes by having restaurants start serving less of what customers ignorantly want and more of what they should have.
I am strongly motivated to see how closely these outbursts coincide with the First Lady Menstrual Cycle (FLOTUSMC). This regular occurrence is listed by the Secret Service as a crisis response: code name "Rag-a-geddon." But then again, could it be that these episodes inspire the President's periodic comfort food foragings?
In reality, is Air Force One being used as an Emergency Estrogen Deficiency Ejection Capsule, hurtling POTUS into safer waters? Does the aforementioned have more to do with official trips to Europe and the Mideast than actual national security considerations?Perhaps it was such an episode that prompted FLOTUS to comment to the FLOTFR (First Lady of the French Republic) as follows:
Michelle Obama thinks being America’s First Lady is ‘hell’, Carla Bruni reveals today in a wildly indiscreet book.
Miss Bruni divulges that Mrs Obama replied when asked about her position as the U.S. president’s wife: ‘Don’t ask! It’s hell. I can’t stand it!’
And hell it is. There is nothing that staggers the mind like the personal fiery hell she incurred with an all expense paid trip to a luxurious five star Spanish hotel with friends, staff and bodyguards. How. She. Suffered.
And FLOTUS had to comfort her close friend with only sixty rooms. How. Did. She. Do. It.
Rush Limbaugh sums up the rationale for the sixty room Spanish invasion:
My heart breaks for this woman who is forced to close NYC air space so she can trip the light fantastic at restaurants and Broadway shows.RUSH: That's Obama telling you to sacrifice, to give it up for America while his wife is in Spain. Now, the woman in question here. Her gynecologist's father had died, and so she had to spend some time with Michelle. Her gynecologist's father died. Now, are woman really that...? I wouldn't know, have to ask. Are women really that close to their gynecologists that when your gynecologist's father dies, you need a vacation in Spain? Her friend, who is the wife of the head of Obama's campaign fund and the gynecologist who delivered Michelle's daughter, her father died early in July. And she was depressed and distressed, and so she had to go to Spain with 40 other people in 60 rooms because her gynecologist's father passed away -- the gynecologist who delivered Michelle's daughter. Now, you compare... We have a name for Michelle: "Moochelle." Mooch, mooch, Moochelle Obama. That will tick 'em off, won't it, Snerdley?
Yup. Life is hell for FLOTUS and her 24 
20 comments:
Life is HELL for us, having to put up with those two clowns.
Bunni - According to the Obummas, it is only our reasonable sacrifice.
I expect the worst from these Racist, Ignorant, anti-American, Lazy, Hednonistic Buffoons and I get it every day.
Diet?
The mere shadow of her ass weighs fifty pounds.
Leave Michelle Obama ALONE! She's black, you know.
The only thing pleasant about the story is, if it is true, she is not alone. And, though I cannot condemn outright, I can say that according to the theologies they (the mr. and mrs. quota in chief) seem to share, that she should get used to this feeling, and understand it will ramp up just a bit. Collective salvation works about as well as collective work and centralized planning.
One, of course, can hope. A double entendre is a sweet thing. If too, God may strike me dead and have a little chat with me? Nope, not when saying things which might save a soul... If He might not always appreciate that cat-eating grin I bear when trying to encourage good behavior while suspecting it won't work. :p
I remember when Sal "The Flounder" Cantuzzi's father died. Eighty nine years old. Snowmobile accident. In Brooklyn.
The old man was walking off a big lunch of pasta fazool. He was pausing at the corner of Pitkin Avenue and Chestnut Street when a truck took the turn too sharply, and a 400 lb. snowmobile crushed him where he stood. Funny, there wasn't even a crease in his fedora.
The Flounder didn't know what to do. He was so upset, he could hardly make his rounds. About fifty of us had a kind of wake for the old man down at the Social Club. Al Cecci played the accordion. There was steaks and beer for everybody. And later on, we passed the hat and bought the Flounder a couple of hookers. It was the least we could do.
And here's the important part... WE DID IT ALL WITHOUT GOVERNMENT MONEY.
Is it my imagination or is the ass on the "Maven of Menus" larger than when B.O. took office? All that vacation food will take it's toll and she can't be spending THAT much time at the gym, all those trips take some planning!
Just wondering.
Just thank God that you don't have to wake up next to her and hear her negativity 24-7.
LL - never let it be said that her ass refused to contribute all it possibly could. She is finally proud of her country but she has always been proud of her ass.
Zio - if only she would leave us alone and cease with the nonstop nagging and bitching.
Doom - Gorilla Glue™ on those horns. You'll never know they were gone.
Nickie - My great aunt Flossie was at that funeral. She slipped on the ice and broke her hip. Your uncle, Goose Goomba, was so kind.
Subvet - imagination has nothing to do with it. If it grew any faster it would be classified as a tumor.
Micheal - In thankfulness I lit the entire rack of candles before the statute of Our Lady of Perpetual Aggravation.
Lord, LL, the shadow weighs 50 lbs?
Seriously, though, as Rush was discussing today, the Obamas really lack fondness for the WH and all it stands for. I think that is clear. Now, they live there all the time (or are supposed to, thus the vacations).
And folks finally get to see the Obamas, what they believe, stand for, say and do ... and America doesn't care for them much. They whine about race, Bush, circumstances, etc. The problem is them ... and finally being held accountable.
Would that we would have done so before Obama was elected.
DC, a moon-cast shadow would weigh less. On a cloudy day, the shadow cast by Michelle's ample buttox might not exceed ten pounds. But on a summer day, that large petard casts a wide shadow and I'm saying at least fifty pounds. More in Spain because it's closer to the equator and the shadow would be appropriately heavier.
I don't know if barack has installed safety rails as required by OSHA, but it's not a bad idea. And maybe limiting straps in the presidential bed to keep the chief executive safe in the event the First Lady rolled unexpectedly. I mean, an unexpected roll could land poor old Slow Joe Biden in the driver's seat (not with Michelle).
When the First Couple is sitting in bed, He is chain smoking and watching Glenn Beck and She is eating bon-bons planning her next health campaign, I wonder what the flies on the wall think of the arrangement?
I've heard thee Dpt of The Navy is drawing up plans for the Michelle's Booty Class of aircraft carriers.
Rhod, those plans were scrapped and replaced by a large barge. Liberals are screaming racism because the barges named Michelle 1, Michelle 2, etc. will be painted haze gray instead of the more politically correct chocolate brown.
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