Let 'Em Eat Cake: "Club 1600" Glams It Up
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.
More wagyu beef, of course, with Lady Michelle-O's favorite chef flown in from Chicago. What, the White House chefs aren't good enough? Be-yonce entertained in the "tent" set up on the White House lawn. Then the action moved to a "luxury marquee" on the South Lawn two-thirds the size of a football field, decked out with an elaborate black decor and nightclub-style lighting, featuring Monarch butterflies dangling from the ceiling.
Back to Byron York: Americans are enduring lots of hardships, and lots of anxieties to go with them. Is transforming the White House into a glam nightclub the best message for Barack and Michelle Obama to send to a suffering and nervous nation?
Lady Michelle-O: I wonder if that dress was as painful to wear as it looks? I'd rather have a mammogram than wear that thing. Anyone so underendowed on top should should know better than to wear a dress like that.
Does the White House photographer laugh or cry at all these Mussolini photo-poses from Obama? These people are really having some fun, aren't they?
The guests boarded trolleys at the South Portico entrance to the White House, en route to the State Dinner reception in a tent on the South Lawn. Trolleys? For real?
Laura Bush, we miss your class.
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