Moochelle, no one cares if you went to a formal event and were mistaken for being part of “the help”. It never happened. Never. And if it did, you should be thankful that for once in your life someone thought you useful. Your help isn’t needed.
Not when your number one mentor Valerie Jarrett assumed the number two General in the United States Army at the time, four-star General Chiarelli, was a waiter at a White House event. Maybe the taxpayer funded booze was a wee strong for Jarrett – the drinks always are when somebody else is buying – but really, confusing the number two guy in the Army with a waiter? Really?
And not when your own life’s history is replete with examples of privilege the ultimate of which is your and your husband’s occupation of the White House. Michelle, try as you might, you’ve never been a welfare queen – but you do bear a striking resemblance to Eminem’s adversary in the movie Eight Mile. How interesting.
And certainly not if your example of “help” is in any way defined by what your husband’s agenda has accomplished. A critic of mine once summed up those “accomplishments” well and I quote “it could always be worse”. What a benchmark! What a slogan! “It sucks but hey it could always be worse”.
I’m glad past Presidents aimed a little higher. “We all work in slave camps for Hirohito now but it could be worse”, for example. Or, “this slavery stuff blows but it could be worse”.
No, Michelle, you never were part of “the help”. You’ve not been helpful for this country. The most helpful thing you will ever do is move out of the White House come January 2017.