Posted on 08/23/2014 11:49:02 PM PDT by Steelfish
AUGUST 23, 2014 Obamas Endless Vacation In the 1990s, America had a holiday from history. Today, it has a president on holiday. By Matthew Continetti
The headline was brutal. Bams Golf War: Prez tees off as Foleys parents grieve, read the cover of Thursdays New York Daily News. Obamas gaffe was this: He had denounced the beheading of James Foley from a vacation spot in Marthas Vineyard, then went to the golf course. Seems like he had a great time. Such a great time that he returned to the Farm Neck Golf Club sorry, membership is full the next day.
Technically, Obamas vacation began on August 9. It is scheduled to end on Sunday, August 24. With the exception of a two-day interlude in D.C., it has been two weeks of golf, jazz, biking, beach going, dining out, celebrating, and sniping from critics, not all of them conservative, who are unnerved by the presidents taking time off at a moment of peril.
Attacking the president for vacation is usually the job of the out party. But these days it is the job of all parties. Ukraine, Syria, Iraq, the Islamic State, Ebola, child migrants on the border, racial strife in Ferguson, an American murdered by the caliphate critics say the president who danced to every song at Ann Jordans birthday party seems remote and aloof from, and even mildly annoyed by, such concerns. I disagree.
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My wife loves fine dining. As soon as she saw your post she immediately said, "OMG, I wish WE had a Jack-In-The-Box over here!"
We are East of the Mississippi River. Hardly no Jacks...sad... :-(
Your wife and I must be soul mates!
Fortunately for me..the nearest Jack is about 30 miles away.
Since I have become a grown up (dang it) and have to have blood work done about every 6 months, being closer in proximity would send my doctor into nervous rigors when he saw my cholesterol levels if there was one closer. :) I save it for a treat.
Back in the day, when my hubby and I were a very young married couple, there was a JITB at the end of the street of the apartment complex we lived in. We ate there every other night. It was cheap. I worked at a fried chicken restaurant and got to take the left overs home for free...for the other nights.
Fried chicken and JITB tacos! And never put on any weight!. Those were the days, my friend...we thought they’d never end.
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