My dear Mother, lectured me in a rhyme of fashion sense when I was 8 years old with, "Blue and green should never be seen", and she was completely correct and the advice has assisted my my entire life.Apparently Mother Robinson was too busy casting voodoo spells to instruct Muchelle Obama on any fashion sense, because each time I conclude Michelle Obama can not look any more horrid, up crops Muchelle with a faded sailor blue looking thing draped with some type of monstrous Elizabethan drama ruffles about her neck in ghetto vomit green that appears to be washed out from a bar owner hosing down the puke off his sidewalk.
The more though I looked at this cauldron of fashion regurgitation, I started thinking I had seen this look before, and sure enough, there was Michelle Obama as the ancestor to the aliens of Start Trek.
Michelle Obama honestly looks like a sort of genetic cross between Klingons and Ferengi, without doing any erotic justice to any of them, unlike Jolene Blaylock or Trica O'Neal who are not only fine actresses, but galactic babes.As Muchelle was walking, I just could not figure out if she was having 80 year old Julia Childs neck problems or those ruffles have hardened after 300 years lack of use from Queen Elizabeth I.
This woman is humped over and appears to be suffering from osteoporosis or she has been wearing those spike heals trying to get more attention than dead Soldiers at Fort Hood that she has been clunking her head on door sills.
It doesn't matter whether one is thinking about Lurch from the Adams Family, Quasimodo from the Hunchback of Notre Dame or some school lunch cook named Darla who spent her life lifting 40 pound trays of greasy meatloaf, the same monstrous visions creep back to Michelle Obama in her constant fashion form of having no fashion sense.
I really believe the designers picking out her clothes hate this woman and are furious over what Bearick is doing to America and this is their revenge.
The future only knows what these women will do now that Obama / Pelosi /Reid have cut off breast and vaginal cancer screenings for women and have told them a little existing with cancer is not such a bad thing when the Obama's need to keep spending money on cherry pie and new clothes.
Mrs. Obama though needs to find one of her husbands 4 around the clock doctors and get her started on calcium for her bones, a Rush Limbaugh mattress and some kind of back brace she can wear to help her with her posture when she is not trying to grab the limelight from Barack.
(That is if there is any money left for Muchelle after Tim Johnson spent a fortune on his hot rod wheelchair.)
It all though can work out though for Mrs. Obama, because we care for her here. In exile in Albania, she can star in a new Star Trek movie, The Wrath of Obama.
Muchelle can play, Muchelle the Obamazoid, a mansexual giant which reproduces by having sex with itself as having both appendages of the sexes. As Roddenberry stopped making good scripts 40 years ago, it can just be another boring movie regurgitation.
Muchelle of course can accept the Oscar already for just showing up like Bearick stole Garrison Keillor's Grammy for Bill Ayers work and got a Nobel for just showing up.
Valdasherie Jarrett can write the reviews as she has finished her Obamanight Massacre if firing the White House inner circle.
To help Mrs. Obama though, I really have concluded she is fashionably retarded. As the White House now has no room for Jews at the Inn, but room for Indians in lavish state dinners (I doubt the Indian Prime Minister is going to show up in a panel wagon like Obama put Prime Minister Netanyahu in.).
This blog suggests a Nauru hanuman sexual jacket to put over everything. I suggest white with black trim to get that camouflage thing out of Muchelle's system for daily wear. For evening wear, a nice deep blue with ivory buttons. For special occasions, a burgundy red and I will relent in a loden green for special occasions with gold buttons, provided Mrs. Obama only wears it 4 times per year.
Material, I choose oriental silk as the sheen will give the impression of femininity and somehow make Muchelle not look like a giant.
I must though insist on black denim to deal with her cotton picking hips. Black will slim and I am certain she can get over her phobia of things black if one tells her it is mauve nigress.
If she has that infantile affection for that bondage belt draped about her like a girdle ammo belt, I will allow a black silk, I mean a mauve nigress silk choker with an nice ivory something no larger than one inch for Mrs. Obama to play with.
Shoes can be a nice Italian leather open toe or a heal not over two inches.
Consider this the Maobama meets Indian meets Bowbama look, a sort of People's Liberation Army costume infused with the Obama two sexual nature.
Put a few lapels and big gold stars on the shoulders and Barack Hussein Obama can have his commander in chief Nauru costume he can wear his golfing clothes under.
That about sums up this episode of aliens in the White House.
agtG
