No Time for Nags

Michelle in her magic garden.

The First Nag, Michelle Obama, is telling us what to eat because we’re all a bunch of lazy fat slobs that are raising fat kids. As a result we are saddled with S510 which controls (signed by Obama Jan.5th) every aspect of the food chain, from the kinds of seeds used, to international food compliance legislation; to what is served in schools…oh it’s a mess. 

Now the First Nag wants businesses to give employees time off to “mentor” kids. Didn’t know this, but there’s actually a Federal agency, the Corporation for National and Community Service (CNCS), that “monitors” volunteerism, and pays (!) volunteers. What? We need a multi $million dollar agency to watch over volunteerism?

First Nag:

“And that’s why today, I am thrilled to announce that the Corporation for National and Community Service (CNCS) has teamed up with several major companies to establish a Corporate Mentoring Challenge,” Obama said at a summit held by CNCS and the National Mentoring Partnership MENTOR at the Library of Congress.

“This is a program calling on businesses of all sizes to allow their employees to mentor for short periods during the work day, giving kids positive role models and offering employees a way to give back,” Obama said. “And they’ve already received new commitments from leading companies who have agreed to harness their resources and help us make a difference on a very large scale.”

The CNCS cost 927.1 million in 2005 increasing to $1,149,721,000 in 2010. Obama requested a budget of $1,415,586,000 for 2011. Congress reduced it a bit, but it’s still at about $1.5 billion.

When I volunteer, I don’t get paid. I do it out of love and duty. Why is taxpayer money being spent on this? We know, but that a whole other post.

Don’t know about you, but I’m monster busy and often stressed at work; there’s way too much to do with precision and excruciating correctness within a limited about of time to have a bunch of mindless lost young folks wandering around asking questions. Not to mention, and this isn’t something Ms Obama would know any more than her husband does, that the name of the game at work is productivity. You ain’t workin’, you ain’t makin’ money.

Good grief.