At least Nadya Suleman produced babies, and not a jar of piss or a brown smudge. But that’s just a technicality. It just means the checks she receives won’t come from the National Endowment of the Arts. The Nadya Suleman personal stimulus package will be postmarked with some other Washington, D.C. address.

It’s amazing, actually. Americans still get perturbed about a woman having kids she can’t afford. But add a few dozen zeroes to the end of Nadya Suleman’s projected payoff, and she’d be qualified for president. If she were out planning additions to the Smithsonian with money that wasn’t hers, or planting crops that no one but the federal government wanted to eat, you’d never hear this kind of criticism. All she’s doing is stabilizing a neighborhood, as far as I’m concerned, and there’s $4.2 billion in Obama’s stimulus package for that.

Let’s not pretend that Nadya Suleman didn’t know where the money to raise her kids would come from. She knew it would come from the same place where every other failure, looter, and parasite gets their paychecks.

The truth is that what Nadya Suleman did is no different from what Obama wants to do. Yes, it’s on a smaller scale. Only she and eight others will be on the receiving end of the jackpot. But, like Obama, she made the executive order to spend someone else’s money for some personally decreed benefit.

The sad part is that the people who are so outraged about the octuplets got to benefit from the visual of Suleman and her mother trying to reign in all these kids, in addition to the original six. It’s not so much the pilfered child support funds that triggered the outrage, it’s the practical difficulty of mom not being the Hindu goddess of wealth. With all those mouths to feed, those eight arms sure would come in handy.