Butt, then again. I just might.
A Little Traveling Music Please - Michael Nesmith: Rio
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If I do, I’ll have to have another frock to wear. Something reminiscent of Carnivale. Something with beads and sparkles, sequins and pearls perhaps?
Only tasteful, of course.
Lady M has done her best to represent America’s best side: butt I must say, the Brazilians have been very ungracious. So far, they’ve cancelled Big Guy’s street fair in Rio, moving it inside instead, and they also cancelled his joint presser with President Dilma Vana Rousseff. Not that Big Guy likes to answer questions, butt he dislikes being dissed even more. WTF? How is this going to look to our Win The Future campaign?
And speaking of getting dissed: Wow! Did you see this? The bros are growing restless on the home front too. Finally, after 31 days, we stop dithering on Libya only to take it on the chin from America’s own Muslim Brotherhood leader, Louis Farrakhan. Who you might have thought would be saying “thank you” to Big Guy. Instead, we get this:
FARRAKHAN: "I warn my brother do you let these wicked demons move you in a direction that will absolutely ruin your future with your people in Africa and throughout the world...Why don't you organize a group of respected Americans and ask for a meeting with Qaddafi, you can't order him to step down and get out, who the hell do you think you are? (Labwriter has video)
Which just goes to show: money is more powerful than ideology. (here, here and here. Strangely, many of the related stories have been “404ed” from Google).
And that’s not all; Michael Moore is torqued off too. Man, if you’ve lost Michael Moore, you’ve lost, what? 400 - 500 pounds?
Meanwhile, other more credible critics continue to criticize BO’s fatuousness, and Brazil’s role in the great Iranian uranium caper:
They've watched President Obama's humiliating attempts to appease Iran, as every rejected overture is met with abjectly renewed U.S. negotiating offers. American acquiescence reached such a point that the President was late, hesitant and flaccid in expressing even rhetorical support for democracy demonstrators who were being brutally suppressed and whose call for regime change offered the potential for the most significant U.S. strategic advance in the region in 30 years.
Butt never mind all that, Lady M had a very full schedule yesterday: a full 4 costume change day (4 1/2, if you count the one sleeve silver streak after losin’ the jacket).
Arrival frock
Our horizontal pleat platinum number with jacket…
and without:
At a cultural performance of the capoeira, traditional Brazilian martial art converted into dance. Lady M was not asked to participate this time.
Comfy footwear, coordinated in color, if not style, with our a’maize and blue dress ensemble.
Any one want to bet the shoes are Maison Martin Margielas? One of our faves.
Arriving at the Palacio do Alvorada in our beaded, plaster relief dress:
You can really see Koopie’s influence on Lady M’s wardrobe on this trip. Matchy shoes for one thing:
Meanwhile, back on the homefront: the R-words, of course, are yelling “WTF! Where’s Obama? The world’s in crisis and he goes on a Latin America trade mission; a boondoggle usually reserved for deserving members of Congress?”
And the progs are saying “Crisis? What crisis? Japan has a crisis. Libya has a crisis. the United States has no crisis requiring an interruption of Big Guy’s vacation trade mission.”
The progs, of course, are correct; we have no crisis domestically. Unless you consider escalating unemployment, cost of living leaping to an all time high, a federal deficit large enough to make Atlas shrug and a Congress unable to approve a budget to keep the country open for business, to constitute a crisis.
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