Now Tell Me About That Inheritance Thing Again, Mr. President . . .

We need to remember this one in 2012:

Stolen from Facebook.

Southern Mothers Corps Still Needed at the White House, Along With a Real "Leader"

Our darling mainstream media folk went apoplectic over Israeli Prime Minister Netanyahu's alleged "school-boy scolding" of the Young President yesterday, after the Young President had blind-sided Israel yet again about the Palestinian thing the day before.

My, how quickly they forget.

Remember Moogie's observation about how PM Netanyahu was treated by the Young President over a year ago:

Wanted at the White House: Southern Mothers

The accounts of the Obama-Netanyahu Close Encounter are downright embarrassing.

I can just hear my mother's voice, scolding the Young President for his wretchedly poor display of how NOT to host a world leader at the White House. Leaving a guest unattended while the host goes to have a meal with the family?!?! I think not. I would've been grounded for weeks had I treated a guest in that fashion.

Maybe that's the solution to the Obama bad-manners department -- we need a corps of strong Southern Mothers to move into the White House to "shake a knot" onto the Young President's head and to teach him some rudimentary etiquette. I envision many hours of chores assigned as punishment along with the admonition, "Now, you just go and think about what you did!"

And I can just hear the motherly counter-arguments: "I don't care if you thought that making him stew for awhile would 'soften him up' for negotiations. You will not treat a guest that way under this roof!"

I hope Mr. Netanyahu was at least offered some cheese straws and iced tea.

Nah -- I don't think Michelle has that recipe.

I think maybe ol' Willie Shakespeare nailed it with his description about revenge and taking one's time to savor it, n'ces pas?  Slick move, Mr. Prime Minister.

And, I still think we need a Southern Mothers Corps in the White House.  You know, a Corps populated with those strong, southern women who have been schooled in both etiquette AND protocol; those who would also have enough common sense to show a cop-killing-advocate rapper the door before he could soil the White House linens.  Those who would unflinchingly sit the Young President's fanny in the corner when he gets too big for his britches, and find a corner spacious enough to accommodate Michelle's when she busts the seams.

I also like this photo that was making the rounds on Facebook yesterday, juxtaposing the Young President and Netanyahu at the same age:

Pictures speak words.   Pictures are words, spoken with an accent of experience.