R.S.F. America

Obama is about ice cream. All along, I’ve been wondering what it was that motivated people to give him a pass on everything from a lack of experience to consorting with thugs. A teacher in the Nashville area finally figured it out after observing the behavior of her students. Silly me — while I was busy focusing on ‘the cow’, I should have been thinking about the cream!

Back when the national election was heating up some of the kids in her third grade class showed a real interest in politics, so she decided to have an election for class president. Little did she know who would actually learn the civics lesson.

To keep it simple class members would choose their candidates, who would then make a campaign speech, and the class would vote. They discussed what kinds of characteristics these students should have and several nominations were offered. From those nominated, Jamie and Olivia were picked to run for the top spot.

The class had done a great job in their selections. Both candidates were good kids, although Jamie might have had an advantage because of strong parental support. Olivia remained an unknown quantity. The day finally arrived when they were to make their speeches and Jamie went first.

He had several specific ideas about how to make their class a better place and enumerated them in detail. He closed by promising to do his very best. Everyone applauded. Jamie sat down and Olivia came to the podium.

Her speech was concise. All she said was, “If you vote for me, I will give you ice cream.” She sat down. The class went wild. “Yes! Yes! We want ice cream.” She surely could have said more but she didn’t have to.

A discussion followed. How did she plan to pay for the ice cream? She wasn’t sure. Would her parents buy it or would the class pay for it? She didn’t know. The class really didn’t care. All they were thinking about was ice cream. Jamie was forgotten and Olivia won by a landslide.

Every time Barack Obama opened his mouth he offered ice cream and fifty-two percent of the people reacted like nine year olds — they wanted ice cream. Meanwhile, the other forty-eight percent of us are now going to have to feed ‘the cow’ and clean up the mess.

Maybe the multi-trillion dollar spending bill only looks like pork; maybe it’s really another dairy product. Anybody have a shovel?

R.S.F.