I can't believe I haven't posted for so long! I've been working extra shifts the past couple of weeks, so I've (unfortunately) neglected this blog.
I've been a bad, bad, bad dog!
So, since the name of this blog is Speak, Dog!.... I guess it's time to get to speakin'!
I'm so glad that we have leaders in the White House who care about us. Leaders who know how we should live our lives. Leaders who know what's best for us, since we obviously can't figure it out for ourselves.
According to
Political Punch, Barry & Sasquatch did a few magazine interviews this month.
The first couple are out in full force on the glossy pages of health magazines promoting good health -- from eating right to exercising.
Oh, Boy! Please! Do tell us your ideas for whipping us into shape, Barry! For example, give us a good reason to impose a "sin tax" on soda...
“There’s no doubt that our kids drink way too much soda. And every study that’s been done about obesity shows that there is as high a correlation between increased soda consumption and obesity as just about anything else. Obviously it’s not the only factor, but it is a major factor.”
So, all you parents out there? You suck. President Nanny-Pants knows better than you.
I'd love to talk more about Bambi's health lecture, but he wants to go smoke a butt right now, so he's going to turn the nagging over to Me-shelle instead...
“French fries are my favorite food in the whole world. If I could, I’d eat them at every meal -- but I can’t,” Mrs. Obama says, “My whole thing is moderation."
Um. Okay. Moderation? Since that's the game we're playing, I won't mention all of the news articles written about Michelle's cheeseburger runs, dinner dates in Paris and New York (complete with multiple martinis!), flying in a pizza chef from St. Louis, etc...
Here's the howler (emphasis added by me):
"If I start ignoring both [exercise and balanced eating], I will put on weight. I am fortunate in that I’m five-eleven, so it takes a while for the weight to be seen, but it’ll come! It’s just distributed more."
Hee hee hee! Ha ha ha! Ho ho ho!!
Riiiiight...




Okay, Michelle. You can pretend that it's "distributed more"... Whatever gets you through the night, sister. After all, who am I to point out the obvious?
But, back to the lecture. What. about. the. children?
Weight issues, the first lady says, had also been a problem issue for one of her daughters, until a pediatrician alerted her that she may need to change her family’s diet.
“I hadn’t even noticed,” Mrs. Obama says. “She was cute. Just a little brown kid; seemed fine.
Um. Huh? Little *brown* kid? Brown? What the Hell?!
Whatever.
Back to the health and wellness class... Here's a whopper for ya:
“I’m the mom, so I monitor -- I am with the kids every single meal."
Every single meal? Ummm, I don't think so.
Perhaps Me-shelle has forgotten about all of the aforementioned "date nights" that have been so breathlessly reported in excruciating detail. And those details did not include children. Which is fine... all parents deserve some grown-up time, but to claim that she's with them every single meal is just ridiculous. Why would she even make such a ludicrous claim?
Here's the sum total takeaway of the Obama sermon: All of us out here in flyover-land need to stop drinking soda, eating french fries and enjoying our lives. Meanwhile, Barry will keep right on smoking and Sasquatch will make a concentrated effort to chow down on every single one of the finest delicacies that taxpayer money can buy, and someone (I'm guessing Grandma) will continue to make sure the kids get fed.
In other words, "Do as we say, not as we do."
Hmmmm, editing this post makes me realize just how snarky I can be.
Damn. It's good to be back.
© Jana Ogletree 2009