Faye Fiore, the official gusher of the L.A. Times, gushes over Obama’s New York date night, in an article called First Couple’s date night a fascination and inspiration:
Let the adulation begin!
[T]he impossibly elegant Obamas — he was sleek and tie-less, she wore black — have only raised the bar with a third date night since Inauguration Day.
They flew to John F. Kennedy International Airport in a mini Air Force One, (who knew it came in mini?) helicoptered into Manhattan, ate organic in a chic Greenwich Village restaurant (known to elicit “ecstatic whispering about the quality of summer peas”) and saw a play that didn’t even have show tunes.
This opened a floodgate for detractors, mostly Republicans, who squawked that the First Couple’s motorcade had inconvenienced much of New York and blown a wad of taxpayer money just as General Motors was going belly up.
Damn squawking Republicans!
“Oh, please,” said Chaya Kennedy, a 31-year-old office manager who is divorced, but ever hopeful. “Would we rather he’d be like other politicians and spend it on a prostitute? At least he spent it on his wife.”
Sure, Barack Obama may have spent thousands on a frivolous date night in the midst of an economic crisis. But oh please! What are you going to do, criticize him?
And if a car exec dares to fly in a private jet, he’ll have his head!
You got a problem with that? Faye Fiore says: oh, please!
Tee hee! Date night is the greatest!!