she has been bitter and dishonest for a long long time.

I saw an article, supposedly written by a close friend of Michelle’s when she was growing up, (no I don’t believe everything I read or even see), the friend claimed that she has lied about her humble beginnings, if that is what you call it. The M has talked about growing up in a poor neighborhood, in a poor section of Chicago, and, in a one bedroom apartment. She said that her and her brother had to share a livingroom made into a bedroom. The friend posted pictures of the “house” the M and her family grew up in, in a middle class neighborhood. Get it- she knows how it is to be poor. BTW, her father, that supposedly was refused a union job, actually had a management position, with pay in the area of $60 grand annually. That was back in about the 70′s. . Don’t know how to equate that with todays dollars, but, sounds like a family of 4 would not have been starving, right. They probably could even have afforded argula once and a while.

Attending Princeton University, no cheap college for sure, she had to take student loans to pay for her tuition, while she watched the rich white kids parents paying for their tuition, no loans. I bet none of you have had to take loans for your college ed, huh. The indignity of it all.

In her Princeton thesis, she claimed that she always felt like she was “black” first, and a “student” second to all her classmates. I believe one of her majors was in African American studies. I read at New Zeal that the head of the African American studies dept. at Princeton, when the M attended, was in fact a Communist. No surprise there, the Universities/Colleges are top heavy with them.

Then it was onto Havud, and more student loans. I wonder who did pay for the O’s Havud education? I don’t think that was ever determined, but, you know it wasn’t grandma, who was a typical white person, and, afraid to walk past blacks on the sidewalk. I bet out of state tuition at Havud is pretty pricey.

The story goes that the O and the M met, when she was assigned to “mentor” the O when he came on board, at a Chacago law firm. I heard it was called Frank, Marshall and Davis, but, I don’t think that’s true. I’d have to run that by FactCheck.org for conformation.

Onto, the “chickens are coming home to roost pastor, Black Liberation Theologist, Rev. Right, ooops, Wright, my bad. He married them, and baptized their children. I thought that only Christians baptized their children, who knew that Black Liberationists did too. You remember Mr. Wright, the one that the O could no longer disown than his white, black fearing grandma.

The speech- the one that put Shelly onto the national stage- “For the first time in my adult life, I am proud of my country.” That one. The one that gave us on the other side, more than a little glimpse into our future queen. Oh, there were more, many more. Remember when she forewarned us schmucks that Baaaarack will not allow you to not work (to bad he destroyed all the jobs), he will not allow (get that, “allow”) you to go back to your old traditions, and prejudices (oh man, that was a good one) and, he will not allow you to eat cake. Sorry, I threw that one in myself since the M is on a anti-anything sweet crusade, though I did read that she had the butter infused, rich in bad fat chocolate ice cream in Marabella. Sasha, who knows “dessert is not a right” got the watermelon or some such fruit flavor. I guess that’s just good parenting, no.

I’ve forgotten how many vacations the O’s have had in the year and half since the coronation. The coronation that the M decked herself out in the lace window drapes, Rush said that, not me. I’m surprised that those Greek Columns weren’t permanently built at the entrance to the White House, but, alas styrofoam doesn’t wheather well, and it would have been a sacrilege to have BeBe or the Dali Lama walk through them. Oh, wait, I believe they both used the garbage door in the back.

Think about how much food a family could buy with the $66 price tag for the M’s dinner out in a cave, turned 5 star restaurant in El Spaino. I guess there was a saving on the secret service duty that night, kinda hard for any would be assinators to come in through the back door. It’s a cave after all.

The M “commissioned” a new cream colored coat, in August, in Spain. I’ve never been to Spain, but, I am of the thought that it isn’t coat wearing wheather in Spain, or here in the US, in August. I suspect that she just wants to be sure, that if the O gets impeached for any reason, like turning our country over to the Communists, she won’t have to rely on any measley government rebates to pay for her stylish threads. You know that rebate that was sent to the taxpayers in the Bush years, when Shelly said that it wasn’t even enough to pay for a good pair of earrings? She don’t speak for me, my little enameled Christmas Tree earrings left me with a whole lot left over. I even bought a life size Manger setup for my front yard, and, guess what, there weren’t even any bullet holes in it, and it reusable, and, the ACLU didn’t sue me over it.

2010 elections are so critically important for those on the right side of the Constitution, the one printed on dead trees, not the one that is breathing in and out, like Kagan. But, the best part of it all for me will be in 2012, when the King and Queen O, are brought crashing back to earth, and will have to walk amongst us filthy rotten stinking dirty unwashed peasants. Then again, the M may be scoping out their place of asylum.