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Michelle’s $4K casual Cuban cocktail dress

Originally posted at American Thinker

I’m the type of person that tries to make people feel comfortable.  In order to accomplish that goal, I consider the company I keep and adjust accordingly.  For instance, if I’m with overweight people, I don’t discuss my diet and treadmill mileage.  If I’m visiting with the elderly, I avoid the subject of wrinkles, nursing homes, and funerals.  And, unlike Michelle Obama, if I volunteer at a soup kitchen, I don’t wear my $565 Lanvin sneakers.

But hey, that’s just me.

On the other hand, even if it makes people feel bad, the first lady seems to revel in showcasing her affluence.  This week, in front of destitute Cubans who, on average, earn about $1 a day, Michelle Obama did just that.

The first lady’s imprudence began when the Obama entourage that included Sasha, Malia, Charlie Rangel, Grandma Marion, and Nancy Pelosi arrived in Cuba.  After landing, Michelle descended to the tarmac from Air Force One decked out in a $2,100 Carolina Herrera “springtime floral” frock.

Cuba is an island where even government workers don’t earn a living wage, and doctors who work in the Cuban health care system earn $67 a month.  The food in Cuba is in such short supply that it’s rationed, and in some cases, it’s purchased illegally on the black market.

Yet despite the magnitude of Cuba’s abject poverty, America’s sartorial preener arrived in Havana wearing an ensemble whose cash value could support a Cuban family for six years.

What next?  When not trumpeting her good fortune in front of poor Cubans, Michelle will offer to entertain paraplegics by boogying to “Uptown Funk“?

And the thoughtlessness got worse.

As poor Cubans lined the streets of Havana straining to catch a glimpse of American royalty, Michelle, guest of dictator/president Raúl Castro, made her way, dressed in yet another designer dress, to the Palace of the Revolution (of all places) for a state dinner.

While Cubans ate peasant food like moros y cristianos, Michelle was dining on a sumptuous menu of “[s]hrimp mousse … with cream of mojito; golden cream soup flavored with Caney rum accompanied by slivers of ham; traditional pork garnished with baby tamales … and a trio of Grandmother’s sweets.”

As Cubans roamed Old Havana in worn out flip-flops and secondhand clothes, Michelle impressed her hosts in a dress made of “Kashmiri fabric embroidered with an Indian floral motif.”  This was a “casual cocktail” knee-length black floral dress by Naeem Khan that, according to the New York-based designer’s collection, came with a $4,490 price tag.

Rounding that bottom line up, that little number’s cash value could provide an average Cuban worker a salary for 12-plus years.

It’s probably unfair for me to project my standard for how to treat people onto the first lady.  Just because Michelle dresses like nobility in the company of the lowly doesn’t mean she has little regard for the predicament of the poor.  After all, the woman who sports overpriced clothes does have a husband who, when not paying for her haute couture, stresses the value of “sharing our wealth.”

Is it ‘Uptown Funk’ or ‘American Funk’?

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Based on the message being sent from the White House, America is turning into a country led by a bunch of entertainers resembling intrepid plane passengers who calmly read magazines during extreme turbulence.

You know the type: the airplane is being bombarded with lightning, altitude is being lost, and the cabin is being violently shaken, yet rather than white-knuckle shrieking, one or two aboard carry on casually thumbing through People magazine as if everything is fine.

Science fairs and White House Easter Egg Rolls aside, in Tikrit, Iraq at Camp Speicher, mass graves crammed with what may be the remains of 1,700 Shi’ite soldiers slaughtered by ISIS militants have been unearthed at the late Saddam Hussein’s presidential compound.

Meanwhile, back in Washington, D.C., like an air traveler unaffected by turbulence, Michelle Obama, the first lady of the United States, chose to honor the resurrection of Jesus Christ by taking to the stage accompanied by the So You Think You Can Dance dance troupe to strut her stuff to Bruno Mars and Mark Ronson’s hit song “Uptown Funk.”

I liken Michelle’s Easter dance exhibition to the unruffled air traveler at his or her finest.

Maybe I’m a bit too critical, but I adhere to the old-fashioned belief that even if our nation has been blessed by an extremely enthusiastic “hood girl” wannabe like Michelle Obama, a funkadelic/“ptown funk gon’ give it to you” dance party for Resurrection Sunday lacks presidential propriety.

But even if boogying to “Uptown Funk” to commemorate Easter were acceptable, for the first lady to emphasize a #gimmefive healthy-eating celebration while Iran salivates over destroying Israel with a nuclear bomb, Christians face martyrdom worldwide, and 1,700 skeletons of ISIS victims are being unearthed sends a message that is stunning in its indifference and detachment.

Shi’ite soldiers were machine-gunned down by the thousands, Kenyan children were slaughtered while praying, and Coptic Christians were beheaded on a beach.  Meanwhile, instead of showing a sincere concern for the state of a world on fire, the wife of a president more worried about children being stung by bees than aborted or infected with a deadly paralytic Enterovirus that he imported feels it’s the perfect time to flaunt her well-toned guns at a secular sideshow of an Easter Egg Roll.

Far be it from me to criticize, but taken in context and based on the partying in the midst of the international chaos currently going on, something in this voyage to nowhere is dreadfully amiss.  And,not to be a Negative Nancy or anything, but no amount of distraction, dancing, or pretending it’s not happening is likely to stop it.

In the Scripture, in the 4th chapter, 8th verse of his first letter to Timothy, Paul brought up an eternal truth that, before she exerts any more energy, Mrs. Obama clearly needs to comprehend.  Paul’s course-correcting advice to his young charge was that “physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come.”

In other words, when this plane goes down – and trust me, it is going down – no amount of healthy eating, ample hydration, or fancy aerobic dance moves is going to matter in eternity.  So try as the FLOTUS might to dance her way through America’s funk, her message of gross indifference and callous disregard for worldwide misery reflects a profound spiritual malaise that requires an intervention far beyond a choreographed romp to “Uptown Funk.”

Obama calms children as bees swarm his storytelling

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Although it sounds a little like a new product for a couch potato suffering from chronic constipation, Michelle Obama’s ‘Let’s Move!’ initiative is celebrating its 5th anniversary of imposing government regulations on a nation that would rather she focus on something besides food.

To celebrate ‘Let’s Move!’ success, the healthy hashtag #gimmefive was added to this year’s theme for the 137th White House Easter Egg Roll.

Amidst all the excitement, in addition to hardboiled symbols of fertility being rolled around on the lawn of a pro-choice president, the first lady thought it would be appropriate to honor the ‘risen Christ’ by strutting her stuff with the “So You Think You Can Dance” dance troupe in time to a rhythmic rendition of “Uptown Funk.”

Then, in keeping with tradition, despite Harry Reid and Nancy Pelosi being nowhere in sight, Barack Obama took to the Story Corner to read a cautionary tale by Maurice Sendak entitled “Where the Wild Things Are.”

Adhering closely to the tradition of prior years, the president sat down to read to the children. Unfortunately, before Obama could finish the 338-word story, a swarm of bees came in for the kill.

Not for nothing, as they say in Brooklyn, but did you ever notice that the president attracts ‘wild things’ like bugs, rats and, on more than one occasion, buzzard-sized flies?

This time, the same guy who reassured America that “If you like your health care plan, you’ll be able to keep your health care plan” attempted to calm the children dodging the dive-bombing bees with the comforting words, “Oh no, it’s a bee. That’s OK, guys. Bees are good, they won’t land on you. They won’t sting you, they’ll be OK.”

That’s right, while Kenyan Christians massacred by the Somali-based al-Shabab terror group were being buried and Iran restated their commitment to the destruction of Israel as being “non-negotiable,” Barack Obama spent a busy Monday morning quelling the anxiety of children being menaced by bees.

Clearly ignoring the president’s insistence that bees, like ISIS, are just harmless JV team players, the children continued squealing, which inspired the president to kick it up a notch, yelling, “Hold on! Hold on! You guys are wild things! You’re not supposed to be scared of bees when you’re a wild thing!”

If this same group of kids realized that six years earlier the guy telling them not to be afraid of bees was the same person who would have enthusiastically funded the termination of their lives, it wouldn’t be bees the frightened children would have been stampeding to avoid.

Nevertheless, to reinforce the belief that bees notorious for stinging don’t sting, America’s most famous raconteur proved his point with a story about a badly behaved lad who, after being sent to bed without supper, dresses in a wolf costume.

Maybe the president finds “Where the Wild Things Are” inspiring because it reminds him of his own fantastical journey into the make-believe world of “Hope and Change.”

Think of it! Like America, Max’s room “fundamentally transforms” into a jungle. Obama flies on Air Force One and Max sails to an island populated with malicious beasts called Wild Things.

Obama bullies politicians and Max intimidates creatures.  But above all, similar to Barack Obama, Max is eventually acknowledged as the king of Wild Things who, before returning home to his supper, spends all his time cavorting with his subjects.

So that was Easter 2015 at the White House.  Before subjecting the kids to the excruciating sight of Michelle shaking her groove thing to “Uptown Funk” on the holiest of all Christian holidays, Barack Obama reaffirmed his empathetic nature by referring to small children terrified by a swarm of attacking bees as “Wild Things.”

#DearMe! Michelle Obama in Japan Strikes Again

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It’s official! Mrs. Obama has gone #hashtag crazy. Remember when she pleaded with Boko Haram to release the 276 kidnapped girls using the hashtag “#Bringbackourgirls?” Well, that didn’t work! The girls were either sold into slavery, murdered, or married off to terrorists, and despite Michelle Obama’s solemn effort haven’t been seen or heard from since.

Moving right along, using the excuse that she’s promoting a #letgirlslearn education initiative, FLOTUS has taken a break from dancing the “Uptown Funk” with Ellen and sponsoring her #givemefive campaign.

Instead, as part of her usual spring fling, Mrs. Obama decided to take Asia by storm.

Stopping in Japan before heading toward Cambodia, Michelle gleefully ran up exorbitant bills on travel and car service, tripped over her own feet, and scared the hell out of a few small-statured Asian people.

In addition to revealing her clumsiness on the world stage, while in Japan Mrs. Obama worked out her biceps on a Taiko drum, counted red gates at the Fushimi Inari Shrine, had tea at the Kiyomizu-Dera Buddhist Temple, and ate raw fish out of a dainty Bento box. Then Mrs. Obama, who refuses to let the failure of #Bringbackourgirls stop her from dreaming up yet another girl-power #hashtag campaign, took time to record a note-to-self /#DearMe video message.

Michelle broke from lecturing Japanese schoolchildren  — who run rings around American students in cognitive learning skills — to deliver a cheerful video message of personal pain transformed into future empowerment.

The first lady, who got things wrong when she stumbled in her shiny silver kitten heels while approaching to shake hands with 81-year-old Emperor Akihito and improperly hugged and nearly crushed to death the wife of the current Japanese prime minister, began the video message by reminding herself: “Dear Michelle, stop worrying so much about getting things wrong,”

Then, sounding like she was writing a #DearMe letter to her husband dear Barack, Michelle said “Success has nothing to do with perfection. Stop being nervous. Raise your hand. Use your voice. Get it wrong. Learn from your mistakes and keep moving on.”

Besides lecturing people about education in a country whose people excel in education; ignoring the millions of women worldwide who suffer from things far worse than lack of schooling; and spending nearly $80,000 for car service to shuttle her and her elitist entourage around Kyoto and Osaka, there were a few problematic messages transmitted home during Michelle’s latest trip.

For starters, in Japan the first lady made a ‘girls should feel good about themselves’ #hashtag video. Meanwhile, in conjunction with the USDA the first lady has mandated children be weighed at U.S. daycare facilities that receive government funding. According to the feds, the justification for placing children on scales is in the “context of heightened concern about adequate nutrition, diet quality and obesity in young children.”

Question for Michelle: Are chunky little girl babies, getting weighed starting in daycare, going to be made to feel bad about their tummy rolls? And then are they going to be encouraged by you to participate in a future #hashtag campaign where they recite the words “Success has nothing to do with perfection?”

Another glaring problem that Michelle obviously didn’t foresee occurred when she posted pictures of her sumptuous Japanese lunch on Instagram. Why? Because back home in America, while she indulges lavishly in whatever food she wants, a school lunch revolution is brewing where, thanks to her, in addition to being weighed like cattle children are eating moldy, skimpy lunches that leave them both hungry and disgusted.

So here we are again, getting more of the same from our #hashtag/travel log ambassador Michelle Obama. It’s spring 2015, and both she and her husband are still focusing on trivial things. They continue to use shallow slogans to advance superficial ideas that accomplish absolutely nothing, spend our hard-earned money on personal indulgences, and assume the American people don’t recognize flagrant hypocrisy when we see it.

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