Attention Obama et al.:
Keep your mits off my food and keep your collective nose out of my life.
Come and get the Twinkies — over my dead body. And get your fat-butted Marie Antoinette-ish wife to butt out too.
Here’s a thought for Zero and Ms. Zero.
For him:
How about leading by example and giving up your smokes?
For her:
How about keeping your nose out of my business and worry about your smokestack of a husband and your (self-admitted) chubby kids?
When do they start shutting down those dispensers of sugar, bakeries?