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State Dinner or Staged Satire?

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Was this an official State Dinner or staged satire?  A few apropos questions about the festivities the media failed to address…

Could anyone get into the event or did you have to have a name like Tareq Salahi or even let’s say Nidal Hasan?

Do highly processed, bleach blond, borderline anorexic wives help gain entry into high security events and is that why an unrecognized Donna Shalala was turned away at the door, while  Secret Service ushered in the Salahi’s as if they were dignitaries?

To show respect to the Prime Minister was it mandatory to wear Indian haute couture and if so, why didn’t Obama wear a turban and a dhoti?

If respect was the reason for so many saris in the house, why didn’t Prime Minister Manmohan Singh and his wife Mrs. Gursharan Kaur reciprocate by wearing jeans, satin Yankee jackets and the hottest, custom Air Jordan’s?

As an aside, how tall is Gursharan Kaur anyway?  And was Michelle recruited to utilize her perfectly toned arms to lift the Prime Minister’s diminutive wife into her seat for dinner?

Shouldn’t party crasher and potential reality TV star Micheale Salahi have had her head covered in honor of the Islamic heritage represented by her husband Tareq?

When asked about the Obama’s first State dinner, the First Lady, “…compared the preparation work to that of a gliding swan. We’re kind of calm and serene above water — but we’re paddling like mad, going crazy underneath, trying to look smooth.”  Why didn’t Michelle realize that spelling errors on the menu like “Wilamette Valley, Oregon” instead of “Willamette Valley” undercut any resemblance or hint of “smoothness” the Princeton, Harvard graduate “gilded swan” would, should or could have had?

Question?  Could it be that the menu was replete with misspellings and errors because spell check was inadvertently checked “off” on all the White House computers or maybe the teleprompter typing crew were already on Thanksgiving break?  Or, could it be that typos were purposely placed on the menu in an attempt to demonstrate the need for education reform, or in honor of inner city diversity?

Why was Joe Biden leaning into and hugging shameless interloper Micheale Salahi so tightly around the waist?  Was Joe’s oddly perverse smile because he and that zany Real Housewife from DC  are acquaintances from riding the train or was Biden a bit tipsy from a third round of Nadir cocktails?

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How wonderful that locally grown greens from Michelle Obama’s garden were on the menu.  However, would  it be appropriate to ask if First Dog Bo makes “good boy” anywhere in close proximity to Shelley’s “organic garden” – because if he does that type of revelation would give new meaning to the word “organic.”

Did the President and First Lady’s dedication to “fairness’ insult the Prime Minister when he found “smoked Collard Greens” mixed in with Tomato Chutney potato dumplings and coconut aged basmati rice?

Did the poached pears course present the President with an opportunity to underscore the great successes of Marxist socialism as exemplified by the honey sauce, which was collectively extracted from the White House bee hive?

Would M. Night Shamalan have been invited if he were a Irish American fire fighter? Or, were the Indian film director and his wife Bhavna Vaswani on the guest list because Obama plans on calling on M. Night’s expertise to advise on The Village he plans to institute on the national level?

Did Rahm Emmanuel know that Tareq Salahi was formerly on the Board of Directors of pro-Hamas, America bashing, American Task Force for Palestine (ATFP) or is that why self-loathing Jew Emmanuel wanted to have a picture taken with an enemy of Israel?
4137866652_1d0f1866daWhile the Chief of Staff was busy having photos taken with pro-terrorist sympathizers was the Honorable Janet Napolitano, perusing the premises dressed in commando gear and night goggles, on the look out for right wing extremists, pro-life advocates, ex-military and born again Christians?

After having a warm, friendly, huggy girlfriend picture taken with Micheale Salahi, did Katie Couric ask the Washington socialite about what she reads and did Katie press the emaciated (pictures add 10 pounds), blond bombshell in the red and gold appliqued saree for an answer?
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Traditionally Wednesday night is Conga night at the White House. Even though it was Tuesday when A. R. Rahman performed Jai Ho did  Shelley and Barry initiate a conga line or was “macho man” sitting it out because the shameful antics of Fiesta Latina caused Michelle to bar, Obama dance partner, Talia from ever stepping foot on the White House premises again?

Did token Indian-American Republican Bobby Jindal feel out of place or did he feel soiled, used and exploited like fellow Louisianan, Mary Landrieu did the morning after prostituting herself by accepting $300 million dollar bribe to vote yes to bring the health care bill to debate?

After insulting the Indian Prime Minister by suggesting how honored he should be to be recognized at Obama’s first State Dinner?  Was Obama equally insulted when the Indian Prime Minister asked the President whether he recognized the striking similarities between his own life and the Academy Award winning movie Slum dog Millionaire?

These are just a few of the pertinent questions that could be respectfully presented to Obama by Washington press corps reporter, eighty-nine year old Helen Thomas at the next biweekly, transparency in government, “I dare you to ask me a a question”  press conference.

Mr. Corleone Goes to Washington

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Who can forget in the final scene in the Godfather, the 1972 mafia movie based on the novel of the same name, or the image of the innocent, fresh- faced Michael Corleone? The scene was a cinematic splice fest as the story cut back and forth between the solemnity of the sacrament of baptism in a Gothic Catholic church and the series of simultaneous multiple murders, which Michael had personally prearranged. Blood was shed wantonly in beds and elevators, on massage tables, through revolving doors and by thugs masquerading as police officers. Supposedly Michael coordinated these hits to save his own life and to seal his position once and for all as leader of his Costa Nostra family following the death of his powerful father Vito Corleone.

Michael Corleone was the favored child of a mafia lord who had put his political aspirations for legitimate power squarely on Michael’s privileged potential. This young, educated, polished, war hero was the perfect candidate to rise through the ranks of politics to become either a senator or governor giving authenticity to what was really a bloody, greedy, evil game. It never occurred to Vito that his Marine son returning from WW II a mild mannered, cool-headed civilian would end up being the most vicious, cold blooded killer of them all.

Michael was a flawless fusion of class, smarts and ruthless ambition all packed neatly into a presentable persona that belied the content of his true objectives. Contrary to how he presented himself…Michael was in total control. It was genius to watch the way this masterful Corleone devised the establishment of his power structure, while managing to appear guilt free. He was able to lend his approbation to a lethal band of capo régime soldiers to go out and do his homicidal work all while a vested cleric was busily sprinkling him with holy water. Just as the priest at the baptism bestowed his blessing, so too had Michael given his sanction to a group of violent gangsters to eradicate his enemies, annihilate road blocks to his agenda and take no prisoners…all while appearing to be reverent, innocent and blameless in the eyes of a group of spectators present as he gave a sacred oath to his infant godson. The job got done while Michael’s hands remained unsoiled.

Watching the sequences where these murders unfolded I was struck with an obvious correlation between Michael Corleone and the present power structure at work in Washington DC. Now I’m not suggesting that our new President or his associates are involved in mafia like crime, I’m not! However, the impression that  Barack Obama works hard to project is that he is an affable, easy-going, genial, laid back type of guy whose bi-partisan, collegial efforts decry his mounting dictatorial tendencies, in the style and the manner of  Michael Corleone.

Upon observation, it’s hard not to notice that the mainstream media, when explaining the passing of a socialistic stimulus bill, which the public is ill at ease with, is legislation Obama wasn’t involved in crafting. Listening to MSNBC you would think this stinker is being finagled on Obama by wild-eyed, left winger Harry Reid and his San Francisco policy-purveyor Speaker Nancy Pelosi. Obama’s subordinates want us to believe that the President is as much a victim of socialistic liberalism as the rest of us. Untrue! Just as Michael Corleone was well aware of what was taking place as he was “renouncing Satan” so too is Barry Soteoro well aware of everything that is going on and I believe he is the one who is thoroughly in control of having this radical agenda pushed through.

Obama is not a submissive by-stander but rather a supreme puppet master. He likes to portray himself as the benevolent community organizer. A calm dude just strolling through the streets of the city handing out candy to children and ushering little old ladies across busy streets, with a soft endearing smile, whispered tones and low key style. What we need to be aware of is that all the while he is embracing the lowly under his loving wing he is also making sure he has a firm grip on the leash, holding the pack of pit bulls he is walking in the precise direction he wants them to go.

Lest we forget his roots, Obama has a history similar to Michael Corleone and commands a faithful capo of workers who are loyally committed to both his power and his plans. Barry, like Michael, came on the scene relatively unaware and moderately innocent. Let’s review what happened to Michael? To survive he became more unmerciful than his enemies and this worked well for him in advancing his objectives. This seems to mirror Obama’s metamorphosis, where a “…very egotistical guy with undeniable ambition” (US News, Obama’s Years in Chicago Politics Shaped His  Presidency, Two decades in the Windy City produced the Obama we know today, Kenneth Walsh, 4-11-08)  was able to rise through the ranks of a corrupt organization quickly and effectively. Obama, much like Corleone using intellect and fortitude together with unbridled determination, ultimately achieved the highest seats of power within their separate political  structures, Corleone utilizing literal manslaughter and Obama meting out undercover political massacre.

Chicago is a macro example of what took place in Vito Corleone’s world on a micro-level. According to the Encyclopedia of Chicago, “Chicago politics is a national cliché’, evoking images of a one-party system, dominated by a boss-controlled Democratic political machine whose crafty politicians dangle patronage before competing ethnic and racial groups in return for votes”. In order to survive in that environment and even to advance in such a political landscape, you have to demonstrate “…a warrior instinct” (NPR, How Chicago Politics Shaped Obama, Norris, 2-13-2008).

Michael was perceived to be “wet behind the ears” returning from war, he lost no time injecting himself into a situation that demanded he conform or be destroyed, so too was Obama initially perceived to be naïve. Long time Chicago political operative, Delmarie Cobb came to find out in spite of the initial impression quite  the contrary was true, “…there was nothing naive about him” (Norris, 2-13-2008). Obama’s current Underboss Rahm Emanuel described Chicago politics in the following way, “Politics in Chicago is an all-season sport and it’s not for the fainthearted” (US News, Obama’s Years in Chicago Politics Shaped His Presidential Candidacy, Two decades in the Windy City produced the Obama we know today, Kenneth Walsh, 4-11-08).

In Chicago what came to be referred to as “The Political Execution of Alice Palmer” was Obama’s initiation into the family. Palmer lost a run for Congress in 1996 after choosing Obama, a young community organizer, to be her successor to the Senate seat she was abdicating. Alice Palmer lost that election for Congress and wanted her seat back, but the “fine young man”, which is how Palmer referred to Obama, refused to step aside. Attempting to retain Palmer’s seat Obama initiated a procedural challenge to the signatures on Palmer’s nominating petitions and managed to “kill” her chances. “The whole episode showed that Obama was an extraordinarily ambitious young man willing to do whatever it took to advance…his own political career….some say it was cold hearted, but it shows that if he has to pull the trigger (emphasis mine) he will” (US News, Obama’s Years in Chicago Politics Shaped His Presidential Candidacy, Two decades in the Windy City produced the Obama we know today, Kenneth Walsh, 4-11-08).

As a new comer, the means Obama utilized to earn the respect of his elders is eerily reminiscent of the scene in Nuova Villa Tammaro where Michael first pulled the trigger proving he had the stomach to go all the way to the top. Barry showcased his mettle and did what was necessary to advance his political career, the body count started with the political murder of both a friend and a mentor. Alice Palmer quickly found out what Obama was made of just as corrupt cop McCluskey and rival Virgil “The Turk” Sollozzo found out when Michael Corleone assassinated them both over dinner after telling his brother Santino and the rest of the amused senior members of his family that he planned on doing it. Michael reassured them that, “It’s not personal. It’s strictly business.” This brazen move catapulted Michael up the political ladder within the family structure just as Palmer’s termination gained young cugine Obama the respect he hungered for in Chicago.

Michael Corleone quickly adapted to the tenor of the crime “family” as did Obama the Chicago machine. In order to get ahead in the rough Chicago atmosphere a callow Obama did what he had to do and if disposing of Palmer was part of it, he was willing to. Michael Corleone was a fish out of water. He was refined and intelligent, quite unlike his ruffian brother Sonny who was a tough-guy gangster who ended up being gunned down very early on. Obama was not from Chicago and lacked Chicago lineage or networking to identify with. It was necessary for him to initiate a thorough grass roots effort and to gain credibility through patrons like Jerry Kellman and Emil Jones, president of the Illinois Senate. He pursued and hooked up with mentors such as Mayor Harold Washington and Daley and former activists turned capo regiments, Axelrod and Emanuel. Formerly self-admitted uninterested in religion and Muslim raised Obama became a “convert” at Reverend Jeremiah Wright’s radical inner-city Church with racist, anti-Semitic leanings, Black Liberation theology teachings and powerful links to the community. His aggressive networking even garnered him campaign funding from slum-landlord Tony Rezko.

In Michael Corleone’s world Capodecina are high ranking members in the family who head the “crews” of foot soldiers and these capos have powerful social status and can influence the organization. It is my belief that our President has a grouping of capos around him doing his dirty work so that he can sit back and retain the reputation of being the smiling, mild-mannered, soft-spoken, populist whose oratory skills inspire a people whose best intentions are his only goal. Make no mistake Obama, is the Godfather of the family, he is a decisive Boss and quite probably Michelle (Esquire) is his eager consiglere. Chicago politician Rahm Emmanuel is his Alpha, pit bull Underboss and his capo régime Pelosi, Reid and David Axelrod. These three operatives are presently being dispatched to carry out his express orders, leaving him like Corleone free of blood on his hands if this foray into social engineering should crash and burn.

Patrick Buchanan asked a surprising question in Investor’s Business Daily on February 3rd, “Does President Obama really want this Nancy Pelosi New Deal to be his legacy? Because that is exactly what he is inviting? And before he uses force majeure to ram this bill through the Senate, he ought to consider what the honest objections are… Does he really want to bet the farm on the nag Nancy Pelosi just trotted out of the House?” (IBD, Should Obama Let Pelosi Craft His New Deal? Patrick J. Buchanan, 2-3-09). I want to transmit a message to Mr. Buchanan; “There is not a chance that this bill or any other policy initiative is being crafted by anyone other than Obama”. No more possible than it is possible that Al Capone was unaware that the St. Valentine’s Massacre was taking place on a Tuesday in February.”

Barack Obama is not some baby faced innocent that is unaware of the social structure that is being instituted in this ram-through-bill. He may be figuratively striding through town, Colgate smile gleaming in the noon day sun, donned in a T-shirt with a large peace sign, handing out dollar bills to anyone who says, “Buddy can you spare a dime?” However, he is in firm control of the pack of pit bulls he is walking, with Rahm the Alpha dog rallying the charge. If the people availing themselves to this benevolence step back and take note, the breed of dog he’s picked speaks volumes about his ultimate intention.

Barack Obama is the Michael Corleone of Washington DC. While he was busy in the regal ceremony reciting the Oath of Office with his right hand on Lincoln’s Bible, behind the scenes his cadre’ of capos were scrambling around preparing to do his bidding and carry through with his orders, expediently and severely with his full knowledge and approval and exactly as he planned. The passage of this bill is similar to how Mo Green, raising his head from the massage table was shot through the eye before he could see what was happening in the last scene in the Godfather. In our case our nation’s freedoms, tenants, Constitution and values are in the process of suffering the same violent and devious end as Stracci, Moe, Don Cuneo, Tattaglia and Don Barzini in the closing scenes of the movie, while our very own Michael Corleone-in-Chief is innocuously having bi-partisan cocktails in the Red, Blue and Green rooms of the executive mansion.

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