At the start of the football season, I made wagers called future bets – legally, in Las Vegas – on the Saints, Vikings and Colts to win their divisions, at varying odds. I won the Saints and Colts wagers and snagged a nice profit. Unfortunately, I lost it all betting on the Colts to win the Super Bowl.
In all of this, I was, as President Obama put it, blowing my money. Emphasis on the word: my. My money. I earned it. And I can do with it as I please. As a matter of fact, my wife and I are defying the President and going on vacation to Las Vegas soon, where we will blow more of our money. And, what if we blow our kids’ college money too? No problem – the president has promised free college for all.
In lecturing us about blowing our money, The Great Ozbama displays breathtaking gall. Given that he is blowing trillions of our money, not his, and burying us in debt as no president in history, silence on the subject would seem more reasonable.
To be nit-picky about it, since he is citing trips to Vegas as particularly objectionable, I hold in my casino chip-calloused fingers a list procured from CanadaFreePress.com of Mrs. Obama’s staff and their salaries. She reportedly has a staff of 22 assistants. Yes, I said twenty-two. (Previous First Ladies’ dedicated staffs were in the single digits). Michelle’s little army includes a Chief of Staff costing $172,000 a year; a Deputy Chief of Staff at $90,000; a Director of Policy and Projects at $140,000; a Director of Communications at $102,000; a Deputy Director of Scheduling at $62,000; two Social Secretaries – mysteriously, one at $65,000, one at $64,000; an Associate Director of Correspondence at $45,000, an Assistant to the Social Secretary at $36,000, and more, in total consuming $6.3-million annually thus $25-million during her 4-year term. Not to mention a make-up artist and hair stylist.
I have one assistant. Answer my own correspondence. Keep my own calendar. When I produced television infomercials, quite a few actresses, including Florence Henderson (Mom, from the Brady Bunch) eschewed make-up artists and put on their own faces. Heck, the company I’m associated with, that takes care of 25,000 members and 300,000 customers, publishes 5 newsletters, hosts two major international conferences a year, and has a burdened and busy CEO whose schedule must be managed, and its own First Lady (his wife), operates everything with only thirty employees.