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Vacationing at Camp David, flying to France with the family, pleading the case for Chicago to the IOC, playing golf every Sunday, 28-campaign events to raise money and support for the Democratic Party, stalling gays on the marriage act (just another city to see and unhappy people to make), a basketball game excluding women at the White House, and we wonder why Obama cannot make time to decide what the best strategy for Afghanistan might be? That whole 30-minute episode aboard Air Force One with General McChrystal is making less, and less sense as we think of all the time Obama has to enjoy while the taxpayers are wondering if they will have a job or home next week, next month, or next year.

Okay, I’ll say it; “Air Force One has seen more action since Obama was inaugurated than a twenty-five cent hooker without panty hose.” If Obama is not jetting about the country or the world in the big bird, he’s stepping off Marine One waving and half-asswardly saluting the marine who stands proudly at guard. Talk about your carbon footprint! Between Barack and Michelle Obama, and Oprah Winfrey, the skies over Europe made Big Foot look like a little leaguer in the game of Global Warming.

And that’s another thing, stop eating meat because the production of said product leaves a massive carbon footprint. I am a carnivore, my dad is a carnivore, his dad was a carnivore, and we have a long line of meat eaters in the genealogical pool. We love our iron-rich photosynthesizing veggies as well, but broccoli, cauliflower, green beans, potatoes, and carrots are just not a meal without steak, chicken, fish, or pork. For God’s sake, I’m not building nuclear warheads in the back yard, just sitting around drinking a brewski and watching the hubby grill up a nice fat juicy piece of anti-global, love-handle making meat.

We start our day at 5 a.m., around here, and are dressed and drinking coffee, watching the news and getting milk, cereal, and a diaper change for the baby. I haven’t seen a pair of pajamas this year, because the end of the day comes quickly when the last 12-hours were spent getting the oldest grandchild on the bus, getting the baby down for a nap, and settling in the 3-year-old so that she does not kill herself while I write a minor blog and start a load of blue jeans-the hubby is sexy, but it’s not wise to send him to work naked. My husband and I spent a lot of hours on the road, in the last 2 years, but it was not a joy ride or vacation, it was work. The idea of a vacation seems like a pipe dream that other people have and we only participate in as voyeurs.

Between pull-up disasters, 8 diapers changes daily, housework, lunch, dinner, and the occasional homework assignment that I understand well-enough to be of some assistance, I have no time to dream about that distant vacation that we would have been able to take if congress had not decided that we should share our wealth. That reminds me, we need to call the bank and explain that we are wealthy enough that people, like Obama, Pelosi, and Reid, have decided we have too much money left over at the end of the month. That is certain to get a snicker from the loan officer we cannot afford to see about purchasing anything that has a price tag over two hundred dollars.

I would donate my old jeans, but they’re 3-years-old and in need of repair and I’m still wearing them because there is no money in the budget for clothing. We live as most of Middle-America does, from week-to-week and month-to-month and manage to help the parents, kids, and grandkids, as much as possible, but we’re not complaining…just puzzled where that need to spread the wealth ideology comes from. We hear those like Obama-with his half a billion wealth accumulated from novelty items before he took office-talking about how the wealth must be shared. He could send us a few million and we would distribute it evenly with others who have worked hard and are still coming up short, but we just don’t have the time to get second jobs so that some illegal alien, or lazy American will not have to put on his work boots and attend a financial windfall of his own.

Now that I have accurately described what irks the living hell out of me about redistribution of wealth, it’s time to ask when Obama is going to get to work on the real problems facing this nation and quit spending taxpayer’s dollars for a 4-year long vacation in the sun and spotlight of the world.

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