I Feel Your Pain, Really, I Do, Seriously...

This past Thursday, the liberal news networks were all a-buzz with their chosen one’s visit to Ohio where he poured out his empathy for the unemployed, and those suffering under our struggling economy. The President delivered his canned stump speech where he rambled on about the right way to fix the economy, the right way to create jobs, etc. etc. Can I interject here that one might assume everything Mr. Obama has tried up to now has been the wrong way? But I digress. After those heart felt campaign speeches to the suffering Ohioans, you might think he’d spend the evening sitting down to have dinner with one of those struggling families. After all, he is the self-proclaimed champion of the middle class. But no, that’s not the case. Seems right after our President delivered his speeches in Ohio, he got on OUR plane (that would be Air Force One, which we taxpayers foot the bill) and flew to New York City to have a fancy fundraiser celebrity dinner, hosted by Sarah Jessica Parker at her Manhattan home to help our president defeat that ‘evil rich dude’, Mitt Romney – and the price for a seat Ms Parker’s fundraiser dinner? $40,000. Now, that’s some expensive chicken. I don’t think any folks who attended Obama’s campaign stops in Ohio were in attendance.

I'm In.

I’m Mr. John M. Class. The “M” stands for Middle. So, Ms. First Lady, you want me to tell Barack that I’m in? Well, Barack, I’ll tell you what I’m in – Crap – up to my neck. Here’s what else I’m in – Trouble. You promised us in the middle class that you would be our Champion back when you ran for President in 2008. You promised you would turn this economy around in three years, BTY that was three and a half years ago. Promises, promises, promises. I’ll say one thing about you, you’re a slick talker. You could probably sell cow manure to a dairy farmer. Like I heard Mr. Romney say about you the other day – “talk is cheap” – and that’s about the only thing that’s cheap in your economy. So, Mr. President, here is a short list of “I’m in”: I’m in the ranks of the unemployed. I’m in foreclosure on my house. I’m in debt up to my eyeballs. I’m in the group of folks whose unemployment ran out months ago. I’m in the multitude of people who have stopped looking for work (so I don’t get counted in your amazing 8.3 unemployment rate) I’m in a growing number of people that have ‘buyer’s remorse’ from voting for you in 2008. So Michelle, if you need me to tell your husband “I’m In”, well, then, I guess I am – because your Husband put me there. P.S. And please don’t tell me it’s George W. Bush’s fault. Even you have to admit that excuse is getting a little tired. Regards, J. M. Class.