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When an Obama Moves in Across the Street



I live in the seventies on Madison in New York City.  It is a real moneyed area. I bought the place when I had money.  Now I’m hanging on.


The average age on my block is about seventy.  It is discreet.  It is quiet.  It is mostly safe.


A couple of weeks ago one of Obama’s daughters temporarily moved into a coop across the street from me. She was followed and preceded by an entourage of SUV’s and Secret Service cars.


Every day when I go out or come home I pass these cars. I get worried that they are going to frisk me.  Actually, I’d like a good frisk.  My aging bones need a good massage.


I don’t know how many millions it is costing the tax payer to give his daughter this mini-vacation.  I don’t even know Obama’s daughter’s name.  Then again I never memorize the name of people whom I disrespect.


Is it possible to disrespect your president and yet love your country?  I believe that it is mandatory when the president is trampling on the social values of the country, weakening the military, ruining the medical care, hurting veterans and throwing his people into the pit of irrevocable debt.


Obama announces that he is a middle class advocate.  Then why is he spending their money on his daughter’s New York party?

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David Lawrence

David Lawrence

David Lawrence has a Ph.D. in literature. He has published over 200 blogs, 600 poems, a memoir “The King of White-Collar Boxing,” several books of poems, including “Lane Changes.” Both can be purchased on He was a professional boxer and a CEO. Last year he was listed in New York Magazine as the 41st reason to love New York.

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