Remember those glory days when the Worst Lady–no one voted for her, nor had she an iota of lawful authority to do any of this–meddled with your kids’ school lunches? ‘Cause she knew best, you peasants!
Only sometimes those government school lunches didn’t turn out so good, did they?
https://leeduigon.com/2015/05/04/would-you-like-some-melted-plastic-on-that-burned-burrito/
Well, if you’re going to let the government feed your children’s minds, you might as well let them feed their bodies, too.
I think from now on it ought to be required that the president be unmarried.
For someone whose title is mentioned nowhere in the Constitution, the “first lady” is always an annoyance and sometimes a true pest. The one we’ve got now is a menace.
Our current Worst Lady has a fetish for telling people what they ought to eat. Her latest caper is a bid to turn the traditional campfire treat, ‘smores, into “a healthy treat” by getting rid of the chocolate and marshmallow and replacing the good stuff with lo-fat yogurt ( http://www.bizpacreview.com/2015/05/29/flotus-kills-americas-favorite-campfire-snack-myplate-smores-without-chocolate-or-marshmallows-208584 ).
The horror! The horror…
Let’s see… If you take away the chocolate and the marshmallow from a ‘smore, isn’t that kind of like taking the meat and the bun from a hamburger? You can replace them with anything you want, but what you get won’t be a hamburger.
Do we really, truly, deeply want some sinner in Washington, D.C., nagging us about our snacks?
May God rid us of ungodly rulers.