A genteel soiree? A sedate supper befitting times of austerity? Those are not for our BHO. High culture? Forget that. It’s disco time at the White House. It’s boogie time, as Beyonce shakes her pelvis along side Mr. and Mrs. BHO. Byron York (via Larry Auster) gives us the lowdown:
“At a time when the unemployment rate stands at 9.9 percent, when jobs are still being lost, when worries about the global economy are causing breathtaking volatility on Wall Street, when millions of Americans who still have jobs are worrying more than ever about the safety of their retirement savings — at a time when all that is going on, the Obama White House has turned itself into a showcase of glitzy extravagance.”
Wednesday night’s White House state dinner for Mexican President Felipe Calderon was, as far as the dinner itself was concerned, a fairly routine, if sumptuous, affair. The East Room was a grand setting, and First Lady Michelle Obama brought in a favored Chicago chef to put together a complex and expensive menu. “The main course of Oregon wagyu beef came with a Oaxacan black mole sauce with more than 20 ingredients that takes days to come together,” reported the Associated Press.
Of course state dinners are supposed to be special. But where the Obama/Calderon affair really hit the heights was in the festivities after the dinner, which took place in a huge tent
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What inspired this title is a more honest, self-supporting endeavor than this state-extravaganza—the MTV series, “Pimp my Ride.”