We’ve been trying to get our friends to change the subject from the health care revolt, the economic non-turn-around and the plummeting polls so we can relax and enjoy a little bit of family time here on the Rock. But no, someone always has to spoil it.
Get a load of what this Fouad Ajami is writing about us in the Wall Street Journal today! I’m glad I’m only in charge of fashion spin, because there’s no way to polish up this turd:
Unfortunately BO and MO are both sensitive about that “third world” reference for any number of reasons. So now we have to pack up all of Lady M’s shoes and ship them back to the house in Chicago – you know, the one next to the vacant lot that we’re not allowed to talk about - until this whole thing blows over. I tried to explain to them that the Philippines are not considered a third world country, but they felt it was too close for comfort. No great loss, most of her shoes don’t fit any way.
We’ve also got the CIA investigating Mr. “Fouad Ajami’s” citizenship status, but so far no word back.
Man, what a buzz kill. I’m afraid there’s not enough Wagyu beef, steamed lobster, beluga caviar and Dom Perignon in the world to lift the funk around here. (And that means I’ll be working overtime for the next month.)
All I know for sure is that “Don’t Cry For Me Argentina” has been pulled from the Tango night mix.