There may be need for an intervention in Congress after Rep. John Fleming, a Louisiana Republican, admitted to what appears an eating disorder. Fleming went on television to denounce Obama’s plans to tax the wealthy and explained how he really does not have a lot of income left over from earning $6.3 million a year from his string of Subway and UPS businesses. He insists that after paying taxes, salaries, and support for his businesses, he only takes home $600,000 — of which $200,000 goes to food for his family. Fleming is the father of four adult children and lives alone with his wife.
That is a lot of food. $547.95 a day. That would allow $182.65 for breakfast, $182.65 for lunch, and $182.65 for dinner. A shrimp po-boy at Copelands of New Orleans is $9.99. That would mean that Fleming could consume over 18 po-boys every night. At 414 calories a po-boy, that comes to 7452 calories just for dinner. No wonder he is the chair of the Subcommittee on Fisheries, Wildlife, Oceans and Insular Affairs. His rate of consumption alone threatens the sea and forest stock of available consumable creatures.
In fairness to Fleming, he could have meant all of his expenses in “feeding his family” given his svelte image on the House website.
Source: Business Insider
Good one, Pete! Just don’t put Tootie and lucid in the same sentence.
Pete,
I stand guilty as charged!
ha ha ha
rafflaw put tootie and evidence in the same sentence.
hey, maybe he gets these $16 muffins…
Woosty,
I am still waiting for the evidence from Tootie.
Rafflaw, Tootie’s a bot….
Tootie,
Just where is your evidence that the Obama family is eating lavishly?
HenMan
i hope the bobcats have been fixed, i’d be embarrassing if they thought his rug was their long lost love.
anon nurse:
af·fect 2 (-fkt)
tr.v. af·fect·ed, af·fect·ing, af·fects
1. To put on a false show of: affected a British accent.
2.
a. To have or show a liking for: affects dramatic clothes.
b. Archaic To fancy; love.
3. To tend to by nature; tend to assume: a substance that affects crystalline form.
4. To imitate; copy: “Spenser, in affecting the ancients, writ no language” (Ben Jonson).
see 1. above. 🙂
Sounds like the fella eats lavishly like the Obama family.
I think it is just for Ohio,
20,000 people registered for this Town Hall Telephone Meeting
gotta push “0” to ask a question.
John Boehner walked into the Oval Office during March near shutdown and said they’d remove all obstacles if he’d defund Planned Parenthood. Obama said no.
They’re taking polls during the conversation … using telephone keypad press 1 for yes, 2 for no, 3 for unsure. Just announced results of 1st poll.
SwM … this is too cool!
over a thousand bills in state houses across the country targeting women’s health ….
Gotta go … time to get in on the Town Hall Meeting Call with Sherrod Brown … subject Planned Parenthood and the republican war on women.
He’s talking right now but questions are encouraged.
It’s live and so cool.
Gene,
Heaven forbid … the problem will be in that she won’t want to sit down with Fleming.
The bobcats will probably have to watch SwM too, in case she bolts and leaves eniobob ammunitionless.
Blouise,
Are you suggesting that Ms. Jones won’t succumb to the warm, slightly furry, charms of my shrimp cocktail stuffed belly? 😉
Smom,
I do that for tostada shells. It’s too quick and easy and tastes 1000% better than pre-made ones. I would for taco shells too, but I’m just too lazy to build a form to my specifications (I really do like a flat bottomed shell).
HenMan,
“I ask you, would you bring such heathens to a nice restaurant?”
But it’s D.C. man … they’d feel right at home and besides … somebody has to keep an eye on Gene’s belly rubber … you know she’s going to try and escape.
Blouise, i was in DC for a couple of weeks in 2007. My son was working there. Ate at so many places. Can’t believe that was four years ago.
Blouise-
Bobcats make for bad company in a restaurant. Their table manners are atrocious. The last time I took Treacherous Bob and Bob the Ripper to a restaurant for sushi, they embarrassed me no end. Here’s a sample:
T.B.- “Where the hell are the scales?”
B.T.R.- “Scales, hell! Where are the stinking fish heads?”
T.B.- “Yah, and they don’t even thrash around in your fangs.”
B.T.R.- “I think I’m going to have a few fingers off that snooty waiter. The bastard sneered at me.”
I ask you, would you bring such heathens to a nice restaurant?