How stupid does Michelle Obama think we are anyway?
Yesterday, Mooch prattled on about herself to a captive audience in Argentina. Her speech was supposedly about her initiative “Let Girls Learn,” but a quick pass through the transcript revealed that it really was another “Me, Me, Me: It’s all about Me” speech. Yeah. I checked. Michelle referred to herself 121 times in a 2,933-word speech.
She waxed nostalgic about her humble beginnings.
Because poor kids in Argentina have no idea how rough Michelle had it growing up in America.
But the pièce de résistance was this little nugget of information:
As I got older, I found that men would whistle at me or make comments about how I looked as I walked down the street as if my body were their property, as if I were an object to be commented on instead of a full human being with thoughts and feelings of my own.
I began to realize that the hopes I had for myself were in conflict with the messages I was receiving from people around me –- messages that said that, as a girl, my voice was somehow less important; that how my body looked was more important than how my mind worked; that being strong and powerful and outspoken just wasn’t appropriate or attractive for a girl.
Give me a break! I’d sooner believe Barack was born in Kenya than Michelle was whistled at as a young woman.
Okay, I admit. I added her school picture to the quote. I thought we needed a visual aid.
You know, if Michelle believes the message that how her body looked was more important than how her mind worked was such a terrible message to receive, why the hell is she so obsessed with wearing stylish clothes, changing her hair every six months, having a manicure three times a week, and caking on make-up like she’s getting ready for a drag show?
If Michelle can’t stand how women are objectified, why would she pose for the cover of Glamour or Vogue?
Okay. I know. Those images are totally airbrushed to make Michelle look soft and feminine. But the fact that Michelle okayed their airbrushing her to look soft and feminine means she wants her appearance to matter.
And let’s be honest. If they didn’t airbrush her for the cover of Vogue, most people would mistake the issue that features her for Dog Fancy.
Any man on the street who whistles at that woman is either certifiably blind or certifiably insane.
It’s bad enough the Obamas can’t shut up about themselves. But do they have to insult our intelligence by spinning a fanciful web of lies while they do it?
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