It's not Camelot; it's Hamelot

  We know because we've been told repeatedly that Michelle O is one of the best dressed, voguest women in the world, so why wouldn't we expect her to wear couture when dishing up slop for the homeless?   
   You tea partiers are WAY too critical! 
  After all, the Queen gets what the Queen wants, and that includes your cell phone, if you're trying to take a picture of her eating her calorie-free cheeseburger! She has decreed that YOU shall not eat your own cheeseburger and if you don't see her eating hers, then it didn't happen.
  It's her show, anyway, dammit!

H/T Weasel Zippers

  In spite of the fact that all is not well in Washington with Michelle and the IN crowd (which perhaps explains why Peggy Noonan felt the need to pen a column about The One acquiring a reality czar), still the MSM feels the need to push her as a voicebox for The One Who Will Turn Back the Waters.

  Our Michelle patiently explains that she herself has had to sacrifice to live the life of sacrifice the White House requires. And The One has to finish the job he started, doncha know, because it ain't done yet, as ominous as that sounds.

  As painful as it is watching her underbite struggle with answering the difficult softballs questions Barbara Walters gently tosses to her and him, we watch, mesmerized by yet another cozy, sheltered and heartwarming interview surely prewritten in 1984. 

  But The Queen had to sacrifice before, like when she had to fly to Europe to save the Olympics, which she did for the children.

  Thus we come to the central thesis of this blog post, the gently mocking proposition that these two now reign over Hamelot, in a disappointed recognition that their administration is not the return to the hoped for Camelot of the Kennedy years, but rather a new venture, complete in its own truths and facts.

  The Queen of Hamelot and her partner have created their own universe, an alternate reality than ours, partying while the people suffer, like Poe's Prince Prospero in The Masque of the Red Death.

  This is why she has truly earned the title "Queen of Hamelot," as she struggles with her life, a life apart from most Americans,'  even while claiming to be one of us, the small people.

  This new title is not just a reference to the size of her, um, bootay, but to the farcical appearances she makes around the country pretending to be someone we aren't.

  But all is not well in Hamelot.

  Apparently the fabulously dressed Queen isn't making the elite, of whom Peggy Noonan used to be one, happy, as we read over at Yahoo/Politico. (What you have to do as a Republican to be part of the elite includes not being too conservative, Republican or consequential.)

“There has been no attempt to reach out to people they don’t see as their people,” said the wife of asenior administration official, who doesn’t have Chicago ties. “They don’t reach out even to people in the administration who aren’t from their inner circle.”

“It’s extremely businesslike,” she added, before invoking a comparison with the early days of theKennedy administration. “It’s not Camelot.”

  The tragedy of shutting down White House Party Central is discussed over at Politico

“We’ve gotten no love lately,” said one Democratic chief of staff in the House. “And I think we need it now more than ever with tensions rising on both sides and even within our own party. I think some quality time with members would be a good thing. I've spoken to members on both sides of the aisle who actually found them useful.”

  But despair not, Queen of Hamelot followers. 
  It hasn't been all doom and gloom for the glam couple of the White House, as parties still are taking place, and, of course, there're those fab trips around the globe to ward off the depression of losing November 2, which The One declared to be a "Yes, we DID!" moment!
  Mmm-mmm-mmm.
  Watch the Queen of Hamelot write the script of her own reality show; remember we're just the audience, watching The View interview after interview.