Damn right it's $5.00! I may be cheap but I ain't easy!
Posted on 09/29/2011 12:46:15 PM PDT by maggief
Friend –A few months ago, I had the privilege of calling four people to tell them they had been selected to have dinner with President Obama.Everyone I spoke to said the same thing:”You’re kidding.”Of course, I wasn’t. The campaign is holding these dinners for supporters like you whenever we can. They’re a chance for some of the people who are building this campaign to connect with the President, and a way for the President to meet you, too.
In a few weeks, I’ll make four more calls, and you could be one of them.
Donate $5 or more today and you’ll be automatically entered for the chance to have dinner with the President and three other supporters:
https://donate.barackobama.com/Dinner
Good luck,
Martha
Martha Patzer Obama for America
CHECK OUT YESTERDAY’S $3.00 CAMPAIGN EMAIL DINNER OFFER FROM MICHELLE OBAMA.
http://pajamasmedia.com/tatler/2011/09/28/this-dinner-campaign-email-title-from-michelle-obama/
DID THE FOOD JUST GET $2.00 BETTER?
ARE THE OBAMAS GETTING CLASSIER?
A bottle of “2 Buck Chuck” is now included.
Still $4.99 to much.
We you got to know you will get stuck with the total tab for the dinner too!
And who tests the food?
Inflation on steriods!
Will the Obama’s Gambling and Racketeering czar accept food stamps for the entrance fee?
Maybe it’s $3 in cash or $5 in food stamps.
The price of Wagyu beef and Arugala must have gone up a little bit.
Give me the $5.00 and I’ll donate it to charity.
Other wise I’ll pass.
The only thing this guy knows how to do is fund raising.
I think we need an IRS investigation
A little off topic here, but why doesn’t Herman Cain go out to Los Angeles and speak to the black population in their own neighborhoods. Have a dinner that’s cheap and affordable. Invite the leaders and let them know that he’ll help them a hell of a lot more than Obama. Speak about the real issues...family values, education...motivate them.
Dinner with Obama, a parable ...
(Author Unknown)
Once upon a time, I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President. I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics. There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a free country. There’s nothing that the government can do to me if I’ve broken no laws. My wealth was earned honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.
I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room. We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.
The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate, and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen.
“Sorry about that,” said the President. “Andrew is very hungry.”
“I don’t appreciate...” I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. “Of course,” I concluded, and reached for my glass. Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.
“And his brother Eric is very thirsty.” said the President.
I didn’t say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I thought. I will play along. I don’t want to seem unkind.
My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.
“Eric’s children are also quite hungry.”
With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me. I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room.
“And their grandmother can’t stand for long.”
I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken. I turned back to the President.
Their grandfather doesn’t like the cold.”
I wanted to shout- that was my coat! But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled. Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table. I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home. Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn’t moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.
“Andrew’s whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven’t planned for retirement, and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a sub-prime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do.”
My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak and drank his wine.
“By the way,” He added, “I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories. I’m firing you as head of your business. I’ll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There’s a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can’t come to you for jobs groveling like beggars.”
I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty dish which had been his Creme Brulee. He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss. I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle. Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I just played ... and lost?
What had I done wrong?
As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million beautiful white teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.
“You are a total idiot,” he said. “You should have stopped me at the dinner roll...”
Smoked opossum and sweet potatoes au gratin as an entree.
Second prize is TWO dinners
Looks like THEY know the actual inflation rate.
Looks like THEY know the actual inflation rate.
Doesn’t this qualify as ‘illegal fundraising’ from the ‘oval office’?
Can someone enlighten me on the rules?
Seems like Obama’s getting away with something here and shouldn’t be ...
Rules say I dont have to give ANYTHING to enter.So I want to be entered.
So Obama is now willing to give someone $5.00 (up from $3.00) and he still can’t get anyone to have dinner with him? Wow!
Damn right it's $5.00! I may be cheap but I ain't easy!
More likely: halal goat, khoubiz, and baba gannouj.
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