Morons of the Month - October 2011

This Target shopper underneath her Foster Grants happens to be the First Lady of the land, Michelle Obama.  This photo circulated a few weeks back and got plenty of play in the lamestream media.  Here you have one of the biggest people in America and she, too, likes her private moments picking through the sale items and throwing them into her Target shopping cart.  After all, it is a tough economy these days.

 
Uh huh.

Now, let me be clear here from the get go.  I am not nominating Mrs. Obama as my special moron this month.  To be sure, I am not a fan of her.  I don't buy a single ounce of what she is portrayed to be.  From people I know who actually did work with her directly in Chicago, I have been assured that she is not a nice person.  Well, actually, the word I heard several times was...."bitch."

So, for the purposes of today's entry, bitch, yes,  But, moron?  No.

Indeed, in an odd way, Michelle is really a genius.  She clearly knows her audience.  And it's that very special group of idiots that I am "saluting" today. 

The morons this month are any of you out there who actually bought into the authenticity of this photo.

Come on, guys.  Do you really, really, really believe that the First Lady slips out to Target and picks up a few items for those two ragamuffins that slipped down her birth canal? 

Really???

Well, that's what the media wanted you to believe.  It was depicted that this photo was taken candidly.  She was trying to be incognito.  And, oops, somebody just happened to have a camera handy.  Mrs. Obama was out-ed.  As a homemaker who, in this troubling economy, is in quest of a bargain just like you and me.

Bullshit.

Frankly, this whole sequence had to be carefully staged.  I am betting this Alexandria, Virginia Target was swept by the Secret Service several times the week before Mrs. Obama's "impromptu" visit to pick up new Fruit of the Loom undies for the girls.  I would imagine there were extensive security interviews of all personnel scheduled to work that day.  Just checking to make sure that Cashier on Register #8 wasn't part of any right wing organizations and had never been convicted of a hate crime.  For all I know, the whole store may have been on lockdown so that Michelle could easily zip down the toiletry aisle and get that Modess tampon starter set for her eldest daughter.

Yeah, this was about as spontaneous as the Japanese bombing of Pearl Harbor.

Yet, the media news outlets swallowed this hook, line...and stinker.  One more opportunity to portray the First Family as your typical, everyday, super-ordinary American household.  Trying to make ends meet. 

Bullshit again.

Whether you like it or not, folks, you are being played.  Every day and in every way.  By the politicians on both sides of the aisle.  Snake oil sales people who want you to think that they feel your pain.  They have your back.  They hold your best interest closely to their hearts.

P.S., they don't.  Each one is just as elitist as the next one.  They have no clue how you live or what you need to do to keep your family clothed and fed.  To portray them as anything but is pure folly.

I remember a similar fraud years ago.  When Geraldine Ferraro became the first female to be nominated for Vice President, I recall how the media tried to position her.  She was shown in newspaper photos clipping super market coupons.  Hey, she has to watch her pennies just like us.  Ooooh, 25 cents off on Bounty towels.  Snip, snip.

I remember being thoroughly insulted by this display.  Here was a woman whose family was loaded.  Some money earned legitimately.  Other cash coming in through the mob ties her swindler of a husband had pulled down.  But, oh, no, we're not rich.  We're just like you and I.

Well,  so much for that.  Ferraro croaked and has been carted out feet first, the economy is still a drain, and political hacks are still trying to dupe their audience with photos like the one that adorns today's blog.  Indeed, every snapshot like this must be viewed with several pounds of salt.  Because, sadly and realistically, none of it is real.

Surprised?

Dinner last night:  Chicken ala Romana at Strega on Boston's waterfront.