About 30 minutes later, the girl came back from the store.
“Look,” she said excitedly. “I got us some French dip, some cauliflower and some broccoli to snack on.”
I never saw her again.
Bad as it was, saying that broccoli was his favorite food wasn’t the worst thing Obama did.
The worst thing he did was to say it in front of children. Who does that?
Parents don’t even tell their own kids that broccoli is their favorite food. When my parents wanted us to eat our vegetables, they said, “Eat your vegetables. They’re good for you.”
They didn’t say: “Eat your vegetables. They’re good.”
They said they were “good for you.”
My parents may have told us at one time or another that Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy were real, but they never said that broccoli was their favorite food because they knew there were some things even we wouldn’t buy.
But what happens if today’s kids do buy the possibility that the president’s favorite food is broccoli? What happens if a whole generation of kids grow up thinking that broccoli is their favorite food, too?
I’ll tell you what happens: We get a whole generation of skinny, mineral water drinking, latte sipping, NPR listening people who wear tights and take yoga classes. And what if some of those people join our military?
I’ll tell you what happens: We become Europe. Why, even the French will be able to kick our Limbaughs.
Right now, our Congress Creatures are busy writing bills that will never become law. But I’m sure when they are through with the important business of not getting anything done they will begin holding hearings on “Broccoligate.”
But don’t do it for me, Congress Creatures.
Do it for our children.
Mike Pound is a columnist for CNHI news Service. Contact him at email@example.com.