Michelle sourpuss…

You’re the First Lady of the United States of America.   You live in a very nice house,  rent-free.  You can send your daughters on absurdly expensive vacations and throw wildly expensive parties for which you pay nothing.   Designers give you clothes or charge you heavily discounted rates.   The media fawns over your toned body and sense of style,  despite the fact that few of your clothes fit you properly,  most needing desperately to be eased in the thighs and taken in at the bust.

You probably didn’t pay for the toys you’re pretending to carry to the Marines,  while dressed in an outfit which likely cost more than all of them together,  and yet you  can’t be bothered  to smile?  Our Lady of Perpetual Dissatisfaction indeed.