Dang! I Missed Obama"s Birthday Bash!
I'm annoyed with myself beyond words!
Not only did I miss the event of the week, if not the month, but I had received a personal, not engraved and emailed but still special, invite from Mrs. Barack Hussein Obama€"Michelle Robinson LaVaughn Obama€"to say a few words on a 50th birthday card congratulations to her hubby.
And I forgot!
I wasn't invited to the party itself but from all reports it was the shindig of the summer season, a bacchanal rivaling Emperor Nero without the sex part of a true bacchanalia but befitting the honored Obama and the distinguished guests. Everyone who is anyone in Hollywood and the worlds of hip hop, music, television and politics was there and they were even dancing barefoot in the Rose Garden!
No one reported seeing any common folk there nor observing America's new emperor fiddling although the fires from America burning could be seen from a distance. However, back to my invite.
Adding to the seductive qualities of the invitation, Michelle assured respondents that their comments would be delivered to the president€"and who could resist that attraction, aside from those who would send him carefully chosen observations that would result in a visit from the Secret Service?
As Mrs. O. so graciously expressed it on her invitation, she and €the girls,€ presumably those same girls, Sasha and Malia Obama, whom Barry had repeatedly pledged never to exploit for political purposes, wanted me and, okay, a few others, €to wish him a happy birthday by signing his card, and sharing why you're on this journey with us.€
The only €journey€ I know Barry and his clan are leading us on is to Hell so I was surprised at Michelle's offer to allow me to send him my greetings.
The FLOTUS also made specific mention of her hub's stresses and aging under the pressure of taking the nation down the road to perdition, although she didn't phrase it exactly that way. What she did say was that the aging process was €more proof that he's earning every last one of those gray hairs.€
Working 25 hours a day, 8 days a week can do that to a guy and it's hard to see how Obama does it, in between his golf outings and vacations, but she wouldn't lie even if she made no reference to the age-enhancing properties of unbleached flour.
Loyal and faithful bride that she is, Michelle had no public qualms regarding Barry equivalent to her 2008 campaign qualms concerning her appreciation of our nation. She must finally be happy and was surely adorned in her trademark, inimitable finery.
As she email-gushed, €It still amazes me that no matter how many decisions and distractions he [the president] is faced with every day, he's always able to focus on the bigger picture. One way he does that is by making time for stories and letters from people like you€"because he knows that this job isn't about him, but about the millions of folks around the country he's fighting for.€
Michelle Obama's unadulterated praise, her unsolicited tribute to Obama's dedication, selflessness, and patriotism would literally take your breath away if not for the intrusion of reality.
The realities are that hubby Barry has delivered this country from recession to the brink of another Great Depression, from racial distrust to outright racial antipathy, from international doubt to international derision, from unsettling incivility to grossly violent insolence, from two Mideast wars to four, from hope in what he promised to despair in what he has achieved.
Wall Street is much more finely attuned to the consequences of Obama's domestic and foreign machinations. Unlike the Obamas, investors risk their capital whereas Barack, Michelle, and Sasha and Malia, only risk their current residence. The determining indicator of America's survival will be made by investors and they have determined Obama is a loser.
I only wish I had sent Barry my birthday wishes but, then again, I wouldn't relish a midnight visit from guys in dark glasses and suits who say they're from the government and are at my door €to help.€ This government has already helped more than enough
Not only did I miss the event of the week, if not the month, but I had received a personal, not engraved and emailed but still special, invite from Mrs. Barack Hussein Obama€"Michelle Robinson LaVaughn Obama€"to say a few words on a 50th birthday card congratulations to her hubby.
And I forgot!
I wasn't invited to the party itself but from all reports it was the shindig of the summer season, a bacchanal rivaling Emperor Nero without the sex part of a true bacchanalia but befitting the honored Obama and the distinguished guests. Everyone who is anyone in Hollywood and the worlds of hip hop, music, television and politics was there and they were even dancing barefoot in the Rose Garden!
No one reported seeing any common folk there nor observing America's new emperor fiddling although the fires from America burning could be seen from a distance. However, back to my invite.
Adding to the seductive qualities of the invitation, Michelle assured respondents that their comments would be delivered to the president€"and who could resist that attraction, aside from those who would send him carefully chosen observations that would result in a visit from the Secret Service?
As Mrs. O. so graciously expressed it on her invitation, she and €the girls,€ presumably those same girls, Sasha and Malia Obama, whom Barry had repeatedly pledged never to exploit for political purposes, wanted me and, okay, a few others, €to wish him a happy birthday by signing his card, and sharing why you're on this journey with us.€
The only €journey€ I know Barry and his clan are leading us on is to Hell so I was surprised at Michelle's offer to allow me to send him my greetings.
The FLOTUS also made specific mention of her hub's stresses and aging under the pressure of taking the nation down the road to perdition, although she didn't phrase it exactly that way. What she did say was that the aging process was €more proof that he's earning every last one of those gray hairs.€
Working 25 hours a day, 8 days a week can do that to a guy and it's hard to see how Obama does it, in between his golf outings and vacations, but she wouldn't lie even if she made no reference to the age-enhancing properties of unbleached flour.
Loyal and faithful bride that she is, Michelle had no public qualms regarding Barry equivalent to her 2008 campaign qualms concerning her appreciation of our nation. She must finally be happy and was surely adorned in her trademark, inimitable finery.
As she email-gushed, €It still amazes me that no matter how many decisions and distractions he [the president] is faced with every day, he's always able to focus on the bigger picture. One way he does that is by making time for stories and letters from people like you€"because he knows that this job isn't about him, but about the millions of folks around the country he's fighting for.€
Michelle Obama's unadulterated praise, her unsolicited tribute to Obama's dedication, selflessness, and patriotism would literally take your breath away if not for the intrusion of reality.
The realities are that hubby Barry has delivered this country from recession to the brink of another Great Depression, from racial distrust to outright racial antipathy, from international doubt to international derision, from unsettling incivility to grossly violent insolence, from two Mideast wars to four, from hope in what he promised to despair in what he has achieved.
Wall Street is much more finely attuned to the consequences of Obama's domestic and foreign machinations. Unlike the Obamas, investors risk their capital whereas Barack, Michelle, and Sasha and Malia, only risk their current residence. The determining indicator of America's survival will be made by investors and they have determined Obama is a loser.
I only wish I had sent Barry my birthday wishes but, then again, I wouldn't relish a midnight visit from guys in dark glasses and suits who say they're from the government and are at my door €to help.€ This government has already helped more than enough