When I read in the Constitution that no American can be “deprived of life, liberty or property without due process,” I assumed that covered my liberty to enhance my enjoyment of life by eating some of my property — even if that property happened to be in the form of a piece of cheesecake or vanilla torte — but I was wrong:
â€œNow is not the time to rest on our laurels,â€ she told delegates from the nationâ€™s oldest and largest civil rights organization. Attendees included Rep. Emanuel Cleaver and Sen. Claire McCaskill of Missouri and actors Blair Underwood and Louis Gossett Jr. The crowd at the convention center â€” at times reminiscent of church, complete with an organ â€” hung on the first ladyâ€™s every word.
â€œIn my house, in Marian Robinsonâ€™s house, we ate what we were served,â€ she said. â€œWe ate what was there, or we didnâ€™t eat; [and] there was always a vegetable on the plate.â€
â€œIn the afternoon, there was no way weâ€™d be allowed to lie around the house watching TV,â€ she continued. â€œOur parents made us get up and play outside.â€
Later, she added, â€œAs I tell my kids, dessert is not a right.â€
Hey, we finally found something that’s not a “right.”
Those poor kids must be confused. Nary a day goes by that the girls don’t hear their parents and the leftist stooges in their father’s administration letting the world know that everybody has a right to health care, education, abortion, gay marriage, a living wage and decent housing.
Given that laundry list of “rights,” you wouldn’t think it would be a stretch for the kids to at least assume they also have a “right” to a doughnut, but not according to their mother. Too bad — in an Obama-created socialist utopia of endless wealth-transferring “rights,” I’d much rather be forced to buy somebody else a Zagnut bar instead of a house, medical checkups and four years of college.
Before Obama was elected, Michelle said they were going to steal my pie, but I thought that was only a metaphor.