Somehow I've survived the nauseating cult worship of Obama's second slavering inaugural political orgy. Surviving was accomplished by staying away from the television and, for the most part, the radio.
The miasma seeps through, however, if you're on the planet and so I have tolerated swinging around the web, reading about all the *STARS* who were there partying and the Cheetos that the ground roots workers were served as compared to what the *STARS* were served.
Is there a more apt comparison of the Obamas' priorities?
Here's the menu for the Inaugural luncheon:
The first course is lobster tails in a New England clam chowder sauce. The second course is bison with a red potato horseradish cake. The dessert is apple pie with sour cream ice cream.
.... wait until the Staff Inaugural Ball tomorrow night, where Lady Gaga's presence will be eclipsed by a 500-pound cheesecake from Eli's Cheesecake in Chicago. The massive confection will be topped with a replica of the Capitol Dome. The three-tiered cake, created at Eli's Chicago headquarters, will be covered with 100 pounds of buttercream frosting and decorated with gold stars, the blue presidential eagle and the inaugural seal. The layers will alternate between plain and chocolate chip.
Crafting the monster cheesecake takes 155 pounds of cream cheese, 50 pounds of butter, 45 pounds of sugar, 40 pounds of sour cream, 20 pounds of flour, 15 pounds of chocolate chips, 5 pounds of powdered sugar, 20 dozen eggs and two cups of Madagascar vanilla -- in addition to the 100 pounds of buttercream frosting.
One hundred pounds of buttercream frosting. We'll just let that sink in for a moment.
Mmmmm buttercream. 100 pounds of it. Mmmm.
Now let's look at what the grass rooters were fed, covered over at Britain's Daily Mail and oddly missing from American papers:
They knocked on doors for him and helped him win re-election, but when Obama supporters put on their tuxedos and ball gowns to celebrate the start of his second term in office, they feasted on pretzels, peanuts and Cheez-its.
'This is the food? I'm not too thrilled about it. It's for the birds,' said Ben Shelly, who helped mobilize support for Obama on the Navajo reservation in Arizona.
Mmmmm. Pretzels.
As we've repeatedly pointed out, optics don't seem to matter to this POTUS, who seems to consider himself godlike.
Gateway Pundit barks at the Prince's repeated demands that everyone sacrifice in this rotten economy, whose 7.8 unemployment number is lowered because of all the people who've dropped out of the work force to go on disability or welfare or simply take lower paid jobs.
Though Bush stopped playing golf because he had signed the orders for soldiers to go to war, Obama's wife loves to appear in public wearing the most expensive of clothes, like $500 sneakers to dish out food at a food bank. The press gushes over Michelle's clothing while criticizing Ann Romney's.
FLOTUS's dress--just her dress---cost $10,000. Here it is in this Reuters photo:
Personally I don't get those leg length boots but they say the head monkeys in Paris have decreed they are all the fashion so naturally Michelle has to follow suit.
I'm not exactly sure why the coat above cost twice as much as the dress below, but there you have it.
GP notes that her red dress for the ball cost $5000, which makes just those two outfits--does GP now how much SHOES cost?--worth an enormous amount of money. Reuters again:
Meanwhile, in the real world, incomes are dropping.
In 2011 the annual median income was $26,364 in America.
That means Michelle Obama’s clothes for Inauguration day cost more than half as much as the median US income.
To be honest, I don't really care what Michelle Obama's clothes cost.
I don't care if Beyonce lip synched.
I don't care that her family wore royal purple at the swearing in.
I don't care if she cut bangs or wears a wig even though Susan Estrich notes that the bangs make her look more like Flip Wilson's cross dressing Geraldine.
What I do care about is the hypocrisy of running around telling all of us to tighten our belts--both figuratively and literally--while the ruling class exempts themselves from all the rules they're making for us.
I mean, people. Come on. This woman's a *STAR* who shuts down entire hospital wings when they have babies. She's not going to wear earrings made of Friendly Plastic.
As usual, the "environmentalist" types leave lots of trash wherever they go. They never bother to pick up or carry their trash but just drop it for the underlings to pick up after them.
One can rail against prevailing political winds forever, I guess, but it is incumbent on citizens to point out radical differences between what people say and what they actually do, particularly when those people fancy themselves in charge of our lives. We conservatives run the risk of emulating the miserly bitching Left that criticizes every jot and tittle of conservative life.
I'm glad the Obamas have money.
I'm glad Beyonce has money. It's fine, and none of my business.
But to ignore the desperate situations of many Americans at this time is not only disheartening, it's almost as if these fabulously wealthy people think, because they're rich and powerful and--I'll say it--black--they have the right to say and do anything they want to the rest of America.
Political power or color of skin should not give permission to people in the public eye to carry a grudge as if they and they alone have borne the burden of racist opponents. They cannot dwell in the mansions of this country sporting million dollar jewelry, an outfit worth a family's income and eat the finest a chef has to offer and still claim to be aggrieved by the offenses of others.
Please.
And get over the "crying" because a black man was elected. This isn't the first time, after all, and he is just a politician.
Back to Susan Estrich. Though her "side is winning," she's wondering why the thrill is gone.
I wonder.
Could it be that Obama has the distinction of making politics uglier than it ever has been in modern history? She says:
I don’t love politics anymore. As my mother would say, what’s to love? It’s always been a tough business, but now it’s beyond tough. It’s mean and ugly and nasty, and too many of those playing it seem to have forgotten that the game is not the thing.
[SNIP] This is not the business I fell in love with, even when my side is winning. And I have no faith, none, that one man, the one sworn in on Monday, the embodiment of hope just four short years ago, can change that.
Could it be that civility is dead because your side killed it and you just don't want to face that fact?
That the MoveOn.org types who said character doesn't matter, that a president can legitimately have an affair with a twenty something intern and it is of no consequence to the nation and, particularly, its youth?
Could it be that accusing a family man, a businessman who earned his wealth of murder, theft and lying has jaded the nation in this technological age where someone might be looking at you through computer chipped glasses that reveal everything about you through facial recognition?
Could it be that Obama--the lightbringer, the Messiah, the Christ-one, the Nobel Peace Prize winner--has introduced more hatred, division, intrusion, partisanship, neanderthal behavior and downright stupidity into the political sphere than any man in history?
I don't have to think long on that one and, yes, I know politics has always been an ugly business. I also know never, never before has our society been so saturated with opinion, images, advertising, propaganda and Newspeak.
