State of the Dinner

Is it just the news media, or do we all wish we’d crashed the Obama’s state dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Sanini?  That’s their name, right?  You may think this blog is six weeks late, but the lasting power of the Sha-nee-nee’s story is a story in itself , one that couldn’t be broken any earlier:

Americans are jealous!

You betcha! Only deep-seeded resentment could keep a story alive this long.

Envy-evidence can be found all over the news. Instead of processing through our feelings of inadequacy, we demand an investigation. Instead trying to crash Copenhagen, we deliver subpoenas. Instead of accepting the Shaleely’s wily triumph, we bust them for invalid claims of Range Rover sponsorship.

It doesn’t take a PhD. to see that statements like, “I am concerned for the President’s safety!”, really mean, “If I had known it was that easy to get in to the blickin White House, I’d have been there in a DC minute!” (Which is roughly 1.5 minutes according to local EMTs)

Some Obama-manic members of the news media go so far as to misspell the names of the revelers… or refuse to name them at all!

Rest assured, dear reader, the green-eyed monster has yet to invade this blog.

Advertisement