Shoes for Obama

I honestly would not want to be in the President’s shoes. That dude has my enduring sympathy … most of the time. But these days, I’m wondering just what size shoes the man wears.

That’s because after more than two weeks of workers in Wisconsin protesting the imminent removal of their rights to collective bargain, the President has barely spoken on the topic, much less joined them.

Really? C’mon, Mr. O. You said you were going to do this. I’m assuming then that your insistence on remaining in the comfort of home can mean only one thing: You own NO comfortable shoes. No tennies. No Dockers. No Skechers. No classic liberal Birkenstocks.

So, I am hereby establishing the Shoes for Obama fund. I’m going to scrape together enough money to buy the president some of those comfy shoes he promised to don. I’m going to consult my male colleagues and informally poll what they deem to be the most comfortable pair of shoes that they own. Then, I’ll send a pair out to the President.

Does anyone know his shoe size? Mrs. O., help me out here …