Cocktails and poetry at the "House"

Hrumph.

My Cocktail Party at the White House invite didn't arrive again last week. I guess it was lost in the mail. Instead, I was left to eavesdrop on the A-Lister's conversations and self-conscious banter with one another while the hostess, Mrs. O, must have exclaimed, "Why, this is just sooo French."

If there is one thing I've learned by standing next to Hollywood stars et al (I've been to two Academy Awards shows and have met a fair number of celebs), there is absolutely nothing more tedious than watching these people discuss politics, economics, social science, philosophy--did I miss anything? They usually do not look you in the eye if you happen to be a nobody; they're kind of like the guy you have a dud blind date with--he's always looking over your shoulder at other women. In words most of us understand, they are complete egotists and narcissists, almost to the point of pathology. That's why they do what they do.

Such strange little people these Hwood types are. First of all, most of them I saw are small...in stature. Tiny little folks. I was amazed that they weren 't the statuesque forces of nature we see on the screen. Secondly, as most people in "the industry" know, actors are singularly stupid. No, I mean dumb as a box of rocks.

So, going to the poetry jam, as FLOTUS called it would have been an exercise in not laughing out loud.

Soirees don't belong in the White House.

Sorry. It's undemocratic and small. Does anyone really believe that the Barack is taking in one scintilla of advise from one of these twits? I thought that he was having these things so he could talk up Republicans.

Oh, George Clooney and Tom Hanks, those two Ph.Ds, of course. I forgot. Then there's the great John Stewart and Bill Maher. Now there are brain trusts you can believe in.

The fact of the matter is everyone who is in the drivers' seats currently are so full of themselves, they've feathered and bowed their outsides into preening peacocks fluffed up to be one of the Man's faves. As long as they are in the president's sphere, they have a chance to be important. They're like little children who dress up in Mommy's and Daddy's best clothes and step out so Pop can take a picture. They've arrived. Finally, someone is taking them seriously.

What is this need to idolize their leader? That is a distinctively Democrat Party trait--their idiotic hero worship, as well as their need to be acknowledged by same. (It's a third world, po' me thing.)

We're living in a country where substance has left our political conversation and has been replaced by silliness. There are two wars in which our men and women are losing their lives, people are literally losing their homes and jobs; meanwhile, White House cocktail parties and four-day prom-like events like the White House Correspondents Dinner have become shockingly common. Yet, to mention that these types of displays should be toned down is met with shrugged shoulders and the response that we Republicans are simply showing our usual sour grapes.

No. We're not.

There's a haughtiness about the Obama administration that is off putting to me. It is the raised chin, the very "obvious" superiority of their presence and the inferiority of yours which causes me to think there is a big fall coming.

Nothing lasts forever, even extreme coolness. Meanwhile, the GOP needs to sit and wait to pick up the pieces.

Thanks for the read.