It’s good to be back at the Big White. We arrived home from our An-delusion holiday in time for Big Guy’s backyard BBQ birthday party for his NBA fans.
Which was nice because we were starving after flying home from lunch with the King. Apparently birth-royals idea of a “royal spread” are quite different from those of elected-royals. The menu: Andalusian-style chilled gazpacho soup, chargrilled turbot, veal escalopes with mustard, Oriental rice with sauteed mushrooms, a vegetable ratatouille and sliced fruit with a teaspoon of ice cream. Queen Sofia must have been under the delusion that Lady M really believes all that ‘fat-child’s behind’ crap that she talks about.
And Wow! We can’t believe all the blow-back we got over our little mother-daugher An-Delusion trip. Even MoDo felt compelled to weigh in:
“In politics and pop culture, optics are all. And Michelle’s optics sent a message that likely made some in the White House and the Democratic Party wince.”
Butt if you read the whole column you’ll see that her real point was to generate sympathy for Big Guy: she pointed out that he has a really hard job, which of course is all George W. Bush’s doing. I’m sure Lady M will understand that being trashed by MoDo was just collateral damage. Small price to pay for placing all of our current problems firmly on GWB’s back.
But now that we’re back in D.C. we can put all that partisan carping behind us and settle back into the fawning adulation we’ve come to deserve. Our good pal Lynn Sweet at the Chicago Sun Times has started the ball rolling back in our direction by setting the record straight about our Spain vacay. There were not 40 friends all paying for their own expenses, there were only 4. So that’s much better.
And to the rest of the previously supportive press out there: just butt out. Lady M has a very busy week. We have 2 more trips to pack for.