Gulf oil spill spells major inconvenience for the White House that still finds time for a party or 2

Remember that state dinner at the White House with Caldaron? Try and do a google image search and you will find NO pictures of it. I bet you can guess why there are no pictures of it.

You can, however, go here and see more than a dozen official photos. And they ought to disgust you.

After the “official” state dinner, these big shots were shuttled (in trams) to a tent like no other. God forbid these folks actually walk there. But tent is really a misnomer. It was a portable disco club, replete with an actual dance floor and laser lighting for the top-notch entertainment which included Beyonce.

There’s a photo of Obama and the missus, dancing together. I’ve seen him dance on the Ellen show. As a dancer, he stinks. There’s another photo that to me, appears to be staged of Obama preparing to kiss Michelle.

Indeed, this was a night to remember.

Right on the heels of this was the celebration of the Gershwin awards. Paul McCartney was being honored. I guess we don’t have enough talented and great Americans who qualify so we had to bring in a British Bush basher to honor.  His classless and unnecessary comments were cheered in the White House but it was the British press who quizzed over Paul’s past face lifts.

McCartney and Obama/Gershwin Award

The First Family had a front row seat in the dream concert of a lifetime: a Beatle and Stevie Wonder in your own family room. What more could you wish for?

The extravagance of this White House while oil is gushing into the Gulf of Mexico is disgusting.  Obama wanders the coast and picks up tar balls for photo-ops and then goes home to party with his elitist friends.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, this one is worth a million:

AP photo

This picture is worth a million words that I don’t have. This breaks the heart of all America. But nothing compares to what those people and creatures are suffering on the gulf coast. These people are without their livelihoods with families to feed.  A family night out for these folks, just like for us, is not a state dinner or a private concert with Paul McCartney. And now a family night out does not exist for most of them.

A job does not exist for  most of them.

But the president can party like it’s 1999 and golf every Sunday with no thought to what’s happening anywhere else.

His response?
“Just plug the damned hole.”

We all wish it were so easy, Mr. Too-cool-to-be-Bothered. We realize it’s an inconvenience for you. It’s no picnic for the gulf residents or for the rest of America, either.

The difference is that while our hearts break and many suffer, you’re cuttin’ a rug and clinking crystal.

You big jerk.