Speaking of ugly..

"Gimme your dough..!"

The First Moocher is at it again. She's lounging around her Hawaiian digs, vacationing on our 40,000,000 dimes (after taking an early flight over that cost us an extra million dimes because she could not wait for that hatchet-assed, metro-sexual Pantload POTUS to wrap things up in D.C.) and putting the arm on her husband's backers, asking them to dig down deep and come up with $3 to for their campaign.

From Kieth Koffler's White House Dossier blog:

Speaking from her paradisical $4 million Hawaii vacation, Mrs. Obama wants to know: Do any of President Obama’s supporters have $3 to spare for his reelection?

This is approximately like coming upon Warren Buffett on a street corner with a McDonald’s cup asking if he can have 15 cents. Michelle’s request was part of an email sent to the Obama 2012 list today.

Over the next 11 months we’ve got an organization to grow, voters to register, and people to get fired up.

I hope you’ll close out this year by donating $3 or more now to help make sure we’re ready for the next one...
Thank you so much, and happy new year,
Michelle

The obscene juxtaposition of the first lady on a $4 million vacation while asking what would have to be middle to low income earners for three bucks – who else would they be targeting with such an appeal? – is yet another example of lack of perspective the Obamas seem to be gaining while in power.

Mrs. Obama takes extravagant vacations to Spain and southern Africa. The president golfs obsessively and is currently dining at Honolulu’s ritziest restaurants. All while asking their fellow Americans to “sacrifice” during this time of not plenty.
And they blow $4 million – mostly taxpayers’ money – on a vacation, while wondering
if the small people can come up with $3. What about renting a beach house next year at the Jersey shore? I mean, if we’re all going to sacrifice.

Tell you what, Keith, if things play out well next year, Moon-Ass and her dipstick hubby will be spending their vacations wading in the shores of Lake Michigan or cavorting in the spray of open fire hydrants in the sweltering Summer streets of Chicago.

For the moment, however, while she's strolling along Makapu'u Beach, you can tell her for me to pound sand.

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