Today, Michelle Obama got her wish and the nanny state expanded. Congress passed the “Healthy- Hunger free kids act.” For $4.5 billion we now get an extra $.06 of support for school lunches and federal government support for an after school meal. Oh, but you also get mandates for school gardens, no doubt to grow arugula, and to “buy local!” What a waste!
In her comments today, Michelle actually referenced comments from some military folks who attempted to tie obese kids to a military readiness issue. I wonder if Michelle will be equally concerned about making sure that all school kids get gun training?
In honor of Michelle’s on going quest to ensure that we all eat only what she tells us to, I have penned a song.
To be sung to the tune of the Beatles “Michelle”
Michelle, cow bell
These are words that go together well
Large Michelle
Michelle, cow bell
Can’t we keep our fast food that is swell
Large Michelle?
I love it, I love it, I love it
That’s all I want to say
I wish you’d go away
And leave my food choice up to me and
Not Uncle Sam.
Michelle, cow bell
I’m sure you love French ‘cause they do what
Ever their told
I need to, I need to, I need to.
I need to make you see
Oh what fries mean to me.
Until I do I’m hoping you will
Quit dogging me.
I love food….
I want more, I want more, I want more.
I think you know by now
I’ll get to food somehow
No chide from you will shrink my waist so
Nag on Barack.
Michelle, cow bell
French toast, French bread, French fries, French croissant
All foods that you loathe
Don’t touch any of the food I love
Or you’ll lose your hand, my Michelle.
In case you need a little help with the tune:
