At times Rogers can sound like she came from East Coast privilege. In fact, she’s a daughter of the middle-class Seventh Ward of New Orleans. Red beans and rice on Mondays. Fried fish and potato salad on Fridays. Dreams of Wellesley and Harvard as she walked to high school on St. Charles Avenue. A city councilman father who used to ask little Desirée to serve drinks or gumbo and help entertain when company arrived. A constant flow of company moved through Roy E. Glapion Jr.’s house—a revolving door of guests, the mayor, business leaders, Creole aristocracy, the local garbage man, the grocery store bagger. School nights didn’t exist in the Glapion house. “There was never any normal type of family,” says Roy A. Glapion, Rogers’ only sibling, a 47-year-old businessman and civil engineer who still lives in New Orleans. “You eat what you want to eat, when you want to eat it.”
I missed this little gem on Obama's social sexcretary.
Trash attracts trash.
This is all one needs to know.
Voodoo in the White House, on more than one level. Ole Desirée is going to fool around and put the boss in mortal danger if she’s not careful. My Lord what kind of people have been installed in our corridors of power? I didn’t used to think of myself as a snob, but when I read about the people the BOs have employed, all I can think of is what a humongous haul of human trash.
And three SS Agents just took the hit while Bambi and Rogers hide under the desk. Three more for the Obama bus.
That's a filthy heathen behavior, not a behavior of civilized parents who want to raise their kids with good norms and values.
Marie Laveau
Down in Louisiana, where the black trees grow
Lives a voodoo lady named Marie Laveau
Got a black cat's tooth and a Mojo bone
And anyone who wouldn't leave her alone
She'd go (growl) another man done gone.
She lives in a swamp in a hollow log
With a one-eyed snake and a three-legged dog
She's got a bent, bony body and stringy hair
If she ever seen y'all messin’ ‘round there
She'd go (growl) another man done gone.
And then one night when the moon was black
Into the swamp come handsome Jack
A no good man like you all know
(TALK) He was lookin’ around for Marie Laveau.
He said Marie Laveau, you handsome witch
Gimme a little a little charm that’ll make me rich
Gimme a million dollars and I tell you what I'll do
This very night, I'm gonna marry you
Then It'll be (growl) another man done gone.
So Marie done some magic, and she shook a little sand
Made a million dollars and she put it in his hand
Then she giggled and she wiggled, and she said Hey, Hey
I'm gettin’ ready for my weddin’ day.
But old handsome Jack he said goodbye Marie
You're too damned ugly for a rich man like me
Then Marie started mumblin’, her fangs started gnashin’
Her body started tremblin’, and her eyes started flashin’
And she went (growl) another man done gone.
So if you ever git down where the black trees grow
And meet a voodoo lady named Marie Laveau
If she ever asks you to make her your wife
Man, you better stay with her for the rest of your life
Or it'll be (growl) another man done gone.
LOOK A THIS!
I missed this ... .
Calling them trash is a compliment.
Whatever you or I think of Obama or his social secretary, I’m not sure what part of the passage you cite suggests “trash”.
That’s nothing. My friend looks just the like the Voodoo Princess. Everytime she goes to New Orleans; people actually bow to her.
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"The family has been trying to sell the business because, his parents said, Tareq ran it into the ground, piling up as many as 50 creditors and almost $1 million in debt while he was its president.Among its creditors are the Washington Redskins, for whom Michaele used to be a cheerleader. The couple owes the team $224,000 for season tickets. They also had a $57,000 Carver Mariner yacht, an $80,000 Aston Martin and an Audi that were repossessed.
There is also a $3.5 million fraud suit against the company, plus hundreds of thousands of dollars in credit-card debt and legal fees.
A catering company has sued Tareq Salahi for more than $300,000, claiming he never paid the bill for food for a polo-charity event.
Meanwhile, a purported nonprofit run by the Salahis -- Journey for a Cure, which has claimed to raise millions for research on multiple sclerosis -- was flagged in May by Virginia consumer-affairs officials for failing to apply for tax-exempt status.
Grifters, looters, con artists.
She’s ugly as hell.
Why did the WH prohibit “The Voodoo Queen Descendant” Desiree from testifying about the break in security?