Monday’s schedule was insane: First thing in the morning we donned our best fuchsia Jackie dress, complete with Jackie pearls, and hit the trail for yet another little man who would be Senator.
Monday’s little man du jure was Richard “Little Richie” Blumenthal. He distinguishes himself by being small in more measures than stature.
You might remember Little Richie, not from Happy Days, but as Connecticut’s ambitious Attorney General who mis-remembered about fighting in Vietnam, demonized AIG executives (who had legally binding contracts) and investigated (at tax payer expense) everyone who received a bonus from the Financial firm that received Federal Bailout funds. He indirectly contributed to union thug campaigns that traveled by the bus load to picket these people at their private homes, terrifying their spouses and children. So far, no apologies have been offered, but local shrinks are still reaping the benefits of the fallout. Oh, I’m sorry, he did apologize to anyone who mistakenly thought he said he fought in Vietnam, when he actually only misspoke or something.
Some critics would say that being harassed by a powerful government official is illegal. Others, who might normally support such a ploy, would still waver when they discovered that said government official didn’t have any legal reason for pursing such harassment: no broken laws or even a hanging chad. But apparently in Connecticut, such action – as long as it taps into the populist sentiment against Wall Street and garners support for your political ambition - is considered action befitting a future gubernatorial candidate.
Well, anyway, he is a
Jackass Dem, so MO graciously embraced his candidacy in order to keep Big Guy’s dream alive.
Eeuuww! I’ve never been mugged by a skelator!
Here’s a little excerpt from Glenn Beck’s interview with Little Richie, back in 2009 when Blummie attacked the evil doers at AIG. Glenn presses him for exactly what law was broken by the AIG employees for accepting the bonuses they had earned per the terms of their employment contracts:
BECK: Is that against the law?
BLUMENTHAL: Well, it is against public policy. And it is unsanctioned by law.
BECK: Is that against the law?
BLUMENTHAL: It should be against the law.
BECK: Is it against the law?
BLUMENTHAL: It's against the public policy and against the taxpayer...In my view it is unrequired by law.
BECK: It is a yes or no question. Counselor, it is a yes or no question. Is it against the law?
BLUMENTHAL: It is not against the law and I have never said that it is against the law, and I have never said that we would bring an action.
BECK: Then you know what you should do? You should enforce the law. You shouldn't use your bully pulpit to gain popularity.
Alas, bashing financial services executives was very popular back then, whether they had broken any law or not. So now we have Ritchie Blumenthal, a heartbeat away from becoming one of the most powerful men in America: with God’s will and Lady M’s support.
But the evening was much more fun: a dinner hosted by fashion designer Donna Karan in her upper West Side digs ($10,000 a pop) followed by a love fest at the St. James Theatre with Sarah Jessica Parker and Dr. Jill Biden. The ladies managed to raise $1 million to line the coffers of our Democratic Party.
Might I suggest they use some of it to redesign their new party symbol? It’s not just that it looks like they copied it from RIGHTNETWORK,
It’s just that the Jackass has long been the official symbol of the Democratic party, and I don’t think they should dump it just because a few people are sensitive about Rush Limbaugh’s use of the term. But that’s just my opinion.
Now, on to the main event: Lady M’s knockout gown for the Donna Karan/Sex in the City event.
Since Donna was kind enough to host the $10k dinner at her home, Lady M graciously donned one of Ms. Karan’s designs, a “street” length (no smarty pants “street” comments) draped, gathered and huggy gown in charcoal. Sure, it required our industrial-strength Lycra body-bondage containment structure (also pioneered by Ms. Karan), but at $10k a pop, we felt we had to. Even our recent lipo could handle clingy the way Donna does it.
By the way here’s Lady M’s gown, full length, in magenta, which we would have gone with if we hadn’t just worn fuchsia that morning.
I think the charcoal was probably the better choice for the occasion: it was a better backdrop for our huge blue statement necklace, and it camouflaged those pesky lycra bulges a little better.
Besides, it might have prompted some of the snarky bloggers to make cracks about Lady M dressing up as one of her giant organic eggplants ahead of Halloween. Who needs that?