I just can't keep my big fat mouth shut any longer about Michelle Obama and her need to come into my restaurants, grocery stores and kitchen cabinets, telling me what I should eat or what I should NOT! eat. She wants us all to eat healthier even if it means children crying for their chicken nuggets or shutting restaurants down because they lose business by offering fare no one wants to eat. She done pushed me over the edge and now it's left to me to state the obvious.
First things first Shells: Shouldn't you focus on Barry?! You know, get your own house in order kinda thang, before forcing your tyranny on us? Your husband is a smoker. A smoker, for God's sake. Smoking is bad for one's health. Smoking is bad for surrounding folk's health. Smoking is like the opposite of what a good example to children looks like.
Secondly, Shells: Some say your arms are impressive, but my gut tells me they serve one purpose: to take the heat off your ass. As long as you have the guns out, ain't no one focused on the caboose. Have you looked at your own behind lately? I didn't want to go here, I hate when women's big fat asses are pointed out, but you keep yapping about what I can/cannot eat, as if you're doing it right. Sista, me thinks you might need a full length mirror.
Thirdly, Shells: Shouldn't a true leader, well, LEAD BY EXAMPLE? What passes as your example is horrendous, as is your husband's. We see picture after picture of him and you and the kiddies, stuffing your faces with ice cream (betcha it's not low fat), or drippy greasy burgers (loaded with fat AND salt!) or ~GASP~ hot dogs (no turkeys were harmed in the process), and then you have the audacity to lecture us.
Lastly, Shells: I know you may not like be reminded of this, but we live in America. We live, for the moment, in freedom. Freedom to make our own choices for dinner, even if it's bad for us. Twinkies or veggie wraps. Cow or pig. Salt lick or bucket of fat. Our choice, not yours.
Ouch. That's gotta hurt, cause I know you'd like us to join your conga of ridiculousness.
Ain't gonna happen, Shells.
Matter of fact, in honor of your big fat FAIL! I plan on doing the exact opposite today. I see a double-meat cheeseburger with a side of deep-fried tater tots calling my name.
Who's with me?