While the first moochers flit about in the lap of luxury, our troops ride around, cramped, in C-130s. So Moose-smell gets back from visiting her bro in OR, just has time to have her ladies-in-waiting pack another ton or so of clothes for her and the girls and then jet off on her own private 757. Clearly, the White House travel people don’t require a lot of receipts. TWO flights to MV? And we wonder why we’re broke.