The Easter Charade & Get a Brazilian Butt Lift!

By

Micheline Birger

Well, it's been another knee-slapping-rib-tickling-giggle-fest with this past week's unenlightened political brouhaha. The Talk Show wars continue ad infinitum. The major networks spin broadcast news and sells it to us as the truth. So what else is new? Any news program that is sponsored by Viagra, Depends and Cymbalta has to be doctored in order for us to stomach it. Maalox - please.

It seems that all this campaign is about is politicks as usual. It's about nothing again. Zip - Nada - Ziltch. The usual song and dance. The government thinks that the U.S. public is nothing more than one big giant ATM machine. They need to finance their agenda which is nothing more than a scheme to take U.S. taxpayers money for the common good - whatever that is. I hear echoes of The Donald screaming at the top of his lungs - You're fired Washington D.C.!

I say that all of these think-tank-ivory-tower-pseudo-elitists in D.C. who voted for ObamaScare - get ObamaScare while they are in office. Let them be the guinea pigs since they voted for it. When it blows up in their face because they can't see the doctor that they want and/or can't speak English...then they will quickly change their tune. Hey, all men and women are created equal according to the Constitution - right? Well, give them a taste of their own medicine. Have them sign up immediately. Why should they be any different than the average Joe & Jane in America?

The new American motto for health care is - But Doc I got this pain and it won't go away...it's called...who shall pay? Who shall pay? But enough of those megalomaniac sociopaths in D.C. They will get their poetic justice when they least expect it.

But now back to more mundane matters. I felt reminiscent about past childhood Easters. My parents liked to go places when I was growing up. I remember going to visit an Aunt and Uncle with four kids. Trust me, this aunt couldn't and wouldn't get the all American trophy for holiday cuisine. Mind you, my French Mom was a fabulous cook. She snubbed her nose at Betty Crocker. She took great pride in cooking as only the snobby French are allowed to do.

On the way back in the car, from the Dinner a la You've Got to be Kidding, my father, brother and I would hear a nonstop critique of this women's lack of culinary abilities from my dearly departed French Mom. "The turkey was underdone - it was still pink...didn't she know that you had to defrost the turkey first and no - 200 degrees was not warm enough for the oven to cook the stupid bird. Didn't she know that you had to take out the guts from the turkey? And put stuffing in that spot? She didn't know how to baste it or stuff it...the gravy was lumpy and tasteless...she had to resort to buying canned gravy...thank God the store was open..."

"The potatoes were undercooked...didn't she know that you had to cook the potatoes before mashing them?" And on and on she would lament the entire duration of the car trip. And how come my uncle never complained? "His mother was a good cook...how can and does she feed those poor kids that food?" Ah, sweet childhood Easter memories of life...

So, the band plays on. Big Brother Media continues to lie to us while marketing-marketing-marketing pills for all of our ills. No wonder we have so many whacko murders in the U.S. with all of these split-personality broadcast journalists and politicians who have only their self-interest at heart? Stay tuned.

If you want to watch some great dark satire on the state of this nation then I recommend that you to watch Tracey Ullman's State of the Union available for free on Hulu. http://www.hulu.com/watch/262657/tracey-ullman-state-of-the-union-episode-1 It's gut-wrenching hysterically funny and sadly the truth. Go Tracey! The best show I've seen in a long-long time. I would love to see more of your shows. Bravo!

Well, I'm off to get my Brazilian Butt Lift...

XOXO

Micheline

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