the Bitch in the house

Isn’t it fascinating how the press and media circus gloms onto an idea and runs into the ground? I had heard last week that the M.Obama had been invited to visit the White House, basically to inspect the digs she’ll be ‘renting’ for the next 4 years. And all were overjoyed at the forthcoming niceties between the first ladies. There was some colorful commentary about the travel arrangements of the Obama couple in a slow moving suv en route to the airport under the watchful bigbrother’dmediaeyelets of their aircraft as is ascended and descended toward the beltway. And the incessant chatter about how it was awfully gracious of Laura Bush to send ’round the request? And call me silly for reading too much into the whole thing, but I just did not like the flavor of that cracker-esque sort of gentility on the part of the Bush’s toward the Obama’s. Wouldn’t you have just loved to hear the car ride convo between M.Obama and Barack on the return trip home from that little escapade?! I just do not get the feeling that Laura is really as lovely as she puts on in her valium’dtainted photo ops. And I also get the feeling that