Out in the first round of the competition to host the 2016 Olympics.
Like being 15-1 and and getting blasted in the NFL play-offs.
Not just Air Farce One and Her Highness’ 757 containing the corpulent bride’s maid, Oprah, (think of the lift required to get those three-wide bodies airborne), but the back-up 757 and the presidential backup 747, the staff, and the Secret Service, and the executive chef, and the arugula, and Oprah’s staff, and the major with the nuke football…. and the president’s limos, and the support Air Force C-130 heavy lifters containing two Marine One choppers.
And that’s nothing compared to the millions in bribes paid to the IOC by Mayor Daly and the battalion of Chicago developers and lobbyists (including Valerie Jarrett).
Think of what Obama and the missus must have owed the Daly machine (see my post yesterday) to force him to make this glaringly in-yo-face trip when losing would be catastrophic for his well-crafted image.
But when The Man says you go…. you go.
Under the this rubric: “better the king-maker than the king”, we find the truth: POTUS is not the most powerful man in the world, the man who runs POTUS is.
There will be ramifications to this, especially because the cost:benefit ratio was in the everything to lose and nothing to gain category. First, the president shouldn't be pimping some curb and gutter project like a small town mayor… so what if he “won”…. other than half of the Windy City, nobody gives a damn.
And before this gets lost in the wailing and gnashing of teeth by the state-run news media (this was due to racism)—here’s The Predator dragging her father’s corpse on stage in the worst kind of macabre pandering.
“His wife tugged at IOC members’ heart strings by discussing her late father, who had multiple sclerosis. She recounted sitting on his lap, watching Olympians such as Carl Lewis and Nadia Comaneci compete, and how her father “taught me how to throw a ball and a mean right hook.”
“’My dad would have been so proud to witness these games in Chicago’, she said.”
And anyone who believes this bull (other than about the MS) is an idiot…. just another one of those imaginary events that democrats write the night before they speak, thinking it will lend a note of authenticity and pathos.
This was not the Obama massive ego, although I believe he would certainly have taken all the credit had Chicago been selected; after all, showing up in 2016 to wave at the crowd, perhaps cut the ribbon opening the synchronized swimming venue, held little interest for him.
No, this was Barack Hussein Obama paying IOUs; there were hundreds of billions riding on this and Obama tanked, and you know what happens when you get behind in your payments in Chicago.
This is also sobering for the man who promised he’d see that the rise of the oceans began to slow and our planet began to heal. Securing the spectacle of people running around in circles and jumping over barriers, pales in comparison to saving the planet.
As you can tell, not only am I a political pundit… I am also a sworn officer in the International Fashion Police and for this post I have included photographic proof of the charges I’ll be filing.
So… what to make of the above little frock The First Lady of Fashion chose to wear last night in Copenhagen?
“My mom made this for me and I’m not entirely happy with it.” That can be the only excuse.
Today I sent several citations to the First Lady for the same fashion sins that most large, black women commit…. they cannot see any problem with mixing bold patterns, favor too tight clothes—especially across you-know-where, garishly loud clothes, and clothes that simple defy description, such the ensemble below, to which I’ll devote an emtire chapter in my graduate fashion school workshop: “The Axe-handle Faux Pas: How to Avoid Accentuating the Wrong Parts of the Body.”
But wait, there’s more:
Above all, you want to maintain that teepee shape when out and about with the President of the United States.
…. and so, it’s a fond adieu to Denmark from Big Bird:
(Note to Predator: lose the yellow; all of the yellow).
Tune in next week for my indictment of Mrs. Obama’s footwear selections which also serve as canoes for the First and Second Daughters, Malia and Sasha.