Once upon a time there was a President who hated fat cats. He hated them so much he told everyone he knew that fat cats were evil, greedy creatures. Obama told anyone who would listen "I did not run for office to be helping out a bunch of, you know, fat-cat bankers".
But then one day the President realized that he really liked being President. He got to live in a big White House with servants to cater to his every need. He had a big car, and a limo, plane, and a helicopter. And President Obama wasn't called Barry anymore, he got respect wherever he went. Obama knew that without the fat cats he could never get elected again and so he changed his mind about them.
He went to lunches, dinners, and brunches with them whenever he could. Sometimes the fat cats even paid $38,500 for just a plate of food so they could eat with the President. While he was with his friends though he still talked about how the fat cats didn't pay thier fair share of anything and they should pay more. His friends weren't invited to the lunches etc. because they were out of work and couldn't afford it, but they knew that Obama would give them some of his Obama money as soon as he could.
One day Obama overheard the fat cats talking in whispers about what a fool he was and how they had fooled him into thinking he was thier equal, they knew he would do whatever they wanted as long as he thought they liked him. Because the President had no father to help raise him he didn't realize that he should stand up to these fat cats and tell them that if he wasn't good enough to be thier real friend he didn't want them around him at all so he kept pretending to be part of thier group and pretend with his other friends that it didn't matter.
In the end Obama ended up with no friends at all. ------the end
The President in the next couple of days will be spending time with the head of COSTCO, a non union big box store, who clears over $3 million in total compensation each year, and Jeff Weiner of Linkedin who clears $250,000 per year. How ironic that he tries to convince us that he is a "warrior for the middle class" while he dines with those who he accuses of holding the middle class down.