In March and April of this year, stormy weather caused the state of Rhode Island to experience its worst flooding in history. Many people lost their belongings and their homes. Many businesses had to close. People lost their livelihoods. The unemployment rate, which was among the highest in the nation, rose even higher. It was all very, very disheartening.
During that time, President Barack Obama came to Boston, Massachusetts to attend a fund raiser. Because Massachusetts is virtually a stone's throw away from Rhode Island, many people speculated that the President would cross the border into Rhode Island to come and offer support and witness the devastation that was facing the smallest state in the union. He did not.
After most of the dust had cleared and most of the mess had been cleaned up and most of the battles with FEMA were over, he decided to come....one week before Election Day.
He came to raise money.
He came to make a withdrawal. Ka-ching.
He came to charge people $15,000.00 per couple to have dinner in the same room with him.
I never blog about religion or politics.
I like to keep things light around here.
But, today? I'm annoyed.
I'm annoyed that when it really counts, my little state is overlooked and treated like it's a pimple on the ass of Massachusetts.
As Americans, we're blessed. We get to spend our hard earned money any way we want to.
And you know what? If I had an extra fifteen grand lying around...just burning a hole in my pocket?
You can bet your ass that THE LAST thing I would do is use it to have dinner in the nosebleed section of a room---with the President.
I'd use that money to feed the hungry.
Then, I'd park my tuckus at home and make myself a grilled cheese sandwich...proudly made with American cheese, of course.