Once upon a school day, eight-year old Sammy’s stomach rumbled and growled. He was really, really, really hungry. He hadn’t eaten breakfast ‘cause he dillydallied when he walked the dog, fed the cat, make his bed, and dug through his closet searching for his favorite shirt. Now, he couldn’t wait for lunch, especially since Teacher had explained how the cafeteria would be serving “new and improved” lunches that would be very tasty. Yum! Yum! Yum!
When the lunch bell rang, Sammy’s class filed into the cafeteria.
Right away, “Uh oh,” Sammy detected a really-bad-icky-barfy smell.
The cafeteria lady handed Sammy his tray: a wrapped something that looked like a hamburger, two carrot sticks, three stalks of celery, six grapes about to become raisins, one eggplant cookie, and a 12-ounce container of gray milk.
Sammy sat at a table and unwrapped his something that looked like hamburger. But, it wasn’t a hamburger at all. “Yuck!” He poked at the rubbery “pink slime” patty that stuck to the whole grain bun.
Sammy took a bite, spit it out, and proclaimed (a little too loudly), “This tastes like upchuck.”
Before you could say “clean your plate,” the Food Gestapo Lady marched to Sammy’s table. She flashed her squinty-eye-you-are-in-trouble-kiddo look at him, and clenched her fists. “Eat your lunch, or else!”
“But . . but . . . but . . . it doesn’t taste good.”
The Food Gestapo Lady said, “I don’t know if your parents paid their fair share for your lunch, but I can find out. If they haven’t . . . I know where you live.”
Sammy became very, very, very pale and picked up the something-that-looked-like-a hamburger, but wasn’t, and bit into it. He gagged again, and upchucked on the Food Gestapo Lady’s shiny black combat boots.
Sammy sat in the Principal’s office for the rest of lunch period and watched a video presentation from the Food Nanny (Moochelle Obama) explaining why eating real meat was bad, but eating nutritious pink slime was good. It made him so sick to his tummy he forgot to be hungry.
So, dear parents and/or grandparents . . .
How infuriating is it for your child to be forced to eat tasteless food as decreed by Mochelle Obama? Does she hold an advanced degree in nutrition? No. Is she qualified to determine the proper amount of milk that children should drink daily? No, but she is an expert on milking the system.
How does Moochelle Obama control our kids and bilk all taxpayers through her bogus, “healthy lunch program?” CLICK HERE to read entire article at TheBlaze.
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