everyone will be made to take their turn weeding, whether they want to or not. It seems like they're planting every vegetable under the sun except beets, because Mr. President doesn't like them.
Speaking for all those who love borscht, I call upon every Slavic-American to write an indignant letter to the White House. Or better yet, send along a container of Baba's best soup to persuade the Obamas to become beet-lovers. How can you not love purple soup? Or pink soup, if it's summer borscht?
Mmmmmm, borscht . . . .