Karen De Coster
January 1, 2013
There was Obama, the Sacrificer-in-Chief, all over NPR this morning, touting his “shared sacrifice…” Blah, blah, blah, shared sacrifice, blah, blah, blah. In year 2013, where alternative and fact-based information is easily accessible, how do these operatic phrases retain any traction? Oh, sorry, public education – that’s how.
Google the term and look what comes up – you’ll still see dipward headlines such as, “Shared sacrifice is the way forward.” So what’s the definition of shared sacrifice, and what’s the definition of “forward?” This repulsive piece of presidential sludge has his own definition of “shared sacrifice”: 54 Christmas trees, a 300 lb. gingerbread presidential palace, and a dandy $4 million Hawaiian vacation.
Residents living near the beachfront homes in Kailua where President Obama has vacationed every year since 2008 received alerts this week about the restrictions and expected travel disruptions associated with the president and first family’s visit, according to a story in the Hawaii Reporter.
In the weeks before the president arrives, the sleepy town of Kailua, with its miles of beautiful beaches, will be inundated by street barricades, U.S. Secret Service agents and the U.S. Coast Guard personnel stationed in the nearby canal and waters off Mr. Obama’s rented vacation home. The restrictions on local residents and other vacationers prevent the use of boats, surfing and paddling in the ocean in front of many of Kailua’s beach-front homes.
In Mark Steyn’s recent article on the royal Sacrifice Family, Steyn compares the lifestyle of Britain’s Royal Family with America’s Sultan of Sludge.
In his recent book Presidential Perks Gone Royal, Robert Keith Gray, a former Eisenhower staffer, revealed that last year the U.S. presidency cost American taxpayers $1.4 billion. Over the same period, the entire royal family cost British taxpayers about $57 million. There’s nothing “royal” about the current level of “presidential perks”: The Obama family costs taxpayers more than every European royal house put together.
And these dirtbags who inhabit D.C.’s House of Ill Repute still have hordes of cheering apostles who can’t wait to wash the feet of their Masters and lick the next plate of serf scraps thrown their way.