But Obama has long enjoyed a very un-Joe Sixpack-like life. His mom had a Ph.D. in anthropology. His father won a graduate scholarship to pursue an economics Ph.D. at Harvard. Obama was raised for a time by his maternal grandparents -- one a successful salesman, the other a bank executive. He attended the most prestigious private prep school in Hawaii, Punahou School. Obama spent his first two college years at the elite private California school Occidental, before transferring to Ivy League Columbia and then to Harvard Law. He met his future wife, Michelle, at a blue-stocking, big-time Chicago law firm, where today first-year associates make the "relatively modest" pay of about $160K.
Obama, to counter this and make himself more relatable, apparently takes a page from The New York Times playbook -- and makes stuff up. On the 2008 campaign trail, for example, he says he and his mom spent time on food stamps -- something that he somehow failed to included in his autobiography. Conveniently, records do not exist to prove or disprove this. And Obama, in making the emotional and personal case for ObamaCare, repeatedly said his mom, as she lay dying of cancer in a hospital, fought with insurance companies to get them to pay her medical bills.
But according to a New York Times reporter, in an otherwise flattering book on Obama's mom, she did, in fact, have her medical bills paid -- less deductible and co-pay -- without dispute by her carrier. Obama paid no price for this because a) the reporter is suddenly "unavailable" for interviews, and b) the media do not care and Obama has never been directly asked about this contradiction.
Here's the bulletin: When you get to the level of governor or U.S. senator -- let alone president -- you are out-of-touch. Oh, sure, every now and again Queen Victoria saunters out from her carriage and mingles with the hoi polloi. But then it's back to a world of power and celebrity. It's a world where people constantly kiss your rear. It's a world of dining out most days and nights, drivers, handlers, people to carry your luggage, pack your clothes, do your shopping, walk your dogs, make travel arrangements, arrange your schedule, remind you when to remember birthdays, anniversaries and your children's names. Despite the world-weary look on the faces of so many politicians, they live in a world of abbreviated workweeks, with staffers to do the boring grunt stuff. Why do you think they want to be re-elected?
But Democrats, by definition -- no matter how much money they have -- are down with the common folk, and Republicans are nose-in-the-air, I-got-mine selfish SOBs.