Poor, poor pitiful Michelle

Would that I had had it half as rough as she.

Not that I begrudge people their success: I don’t. We make our own ways in the world, for better or worse. But don’t try to impress me with your commitment to service and sacrifice when your husband’s elevation to the Senate clearly played a role in the near-tripling of your salary at the time. And what kind of clueless, parvenu elitism does it take to complain about the money you spend on your children’s extracurricular activities, when that same amount comes to nearly one-third of the annual income of the women you’re talking to?

Meanwhile, if you really want sacrifice and service, how about a woman who gave up a six-figure job, most of her family’s income, because she wouldn’t tolerate the corruption around her?

So cry me a river, Michelle. But first pass the wagyu carpaccio, and make my martini with Ketel One. Martini Glass


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