It’s hard enough to work and take care of your family, without worrying about some nut-job in the White House. I’m old enough to be his mother, so I see him entirely different. I see him as the spoiled brat granny’s boy that you put at the kids’ table. I babysat men his age. They grew up in the age of no spanking. I can guarantee you that Obama was a really spoiled brat. That’s probably why his mother dumped him on her parents. She couldn’t wait to get back to Indonesia, notice? She probably wanted to be as far away as possible.
He thought everybody would be impressed that he did drugs. He was at the most expensive school in Hawaii; and instead of studying, he got stoned. Let the other kids study. He didn’t need to study; he was the son of the living god, right? I bet his granny cut his meat for him at the dinner table.
You can’t let these people get you down. You can’t give up and shrug your shoulders and walk around defeated. If the Obamas lived next door to you, you would probably call them “the screwballs next door.” These are the kind of people who complain about your trees hanging over their fence, or your dog getting out and messing on their lawn.
The best thing you have is the truth. Just keep talking. They can’t stand to hear the truth. A grown man shouldn’t even act like he acts. And don’t even get me started on his wife. Mothers everywhere have met this woman before. She’s the one who knows everything and just can’t wait to tell you what you’re doing wrong. The best thing that can happen to this family is teenagers and old age. One of those girls is going to write a tell-all book someday and blow the whole thing.
Picture the Obamas getting old. Age is the real enemy. They’ll assign the Secret Service detail to them for the rest of their lives. They’ll be the brunt of every joke the Secret Service ever had. You’ll get the last laugh. Nobody can build a house of cards, without the whole thing collapsing.
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