Lady M rolled out her finest silks for this evening’s dinner in celebration of the end of the Muslim most holy month of Ramadan, and the Big Guy rolled out his middle name.
It was a fine soiree. Lot’s of cabinet and Congressional guests along with a raft of dignitaries from the Middle East – all of whom seem to have bought a few too many extra vowels:
Ambassador Prince Zeid Ra'ad Zeid Al Hussein, Jordan
Ambassador Samir Shakir Mahmood Sumaida'ie, Iraq
Chargé d'Affaires Angela Oi Foong Shim, Brunei
I think you get my drift.
Anyway, the iftar ( Which is the dinner breaking the month long fast – boy, could Mo have used that. Unfortunately we had to go on vacation where there was a lot of whining and dining around.) was a huge success, except that Joey B kept getting it mixed up with Ravi Shankar’s sitar. We explained that’s a whole other religion of peace, and not one we’re really all that interested in. Still, even with the mix-up, Joey was the life of party.
BO also said a few words – without his teleprompter! – he was feeling really comfortable. After spending months trying to fix up our relations with Muslims across the world, because George W. Bush really messed them up, the Big Guy told the gathered crowd:
“The contribution of Muslims to the United States are too long to catalog because Muslims are so interwoven into the fabric of our communities and our country,"
It’s probably just me, but I think it was a really important statement to make, because I don’t know that much about the contributions that Muslims have made to the United States. Except for that big urban renewal project in New York.