Oh there are plenty of finishes to this limerick, aren’t there? *evil snicker* The privileged pukes strike again! Nope, sorry, I’m not adhering to that unwritten rule. The first family, including the spoiled kids are fair game and are NOT off-limits. The left did it to the Bush girls (I know two wrongs don’t make a right) but the final straw came from the story I read in the Cape Cod Times:

With President Barack Obama playing golf and getting briefed on the approaching Hurricane Irene on Martha’s Vineyard yesterday, his daughters, Sasha and Malia, took an excursion to Nantucket.

President Obama’s daughters arrived at noon in a private, 40-foot boat, which was escorted into the harbor by a Coast Guard cutter, according to a source with knowledge of the girls’ trip to the island.

Accompanied by Secret Service agents on the impromptu visit, the girls strolled around downtown, and were spotted at the Cheryl Fudge clothing store and other locations in the core district before departing around 5 p.m.

Flaunting it, and rubbing their elitism in regular, hardworking American’s noses. Kicking sand in the face of the good people who can’t find a job and are barely surviving. And these two kids of his probably don’t even know how to spell the word, “work.” It’s as alien to them as it comes. Of course, why wouldn’t it be an alien concept? Look at their parents. A top shelf booze hound vacation junky mother, and a man who has never worked a job, a real, private sector job a day in his entire life.