Wednesday, January 13, 2010
The Power of the Lame Cherry
I am afraid the power of this blog has just become too immense, as at the funeral of Mother Biden, Michelle Obama showed up dressed only in a rug, black dress and apparently the equal to Russian gay military high heal boots. (We know the skids are Russian flare as only Russian fashion has these pointy toe shoes which are six inches too long.)
The only redeeming feature of Mincie Obama (we now must resort to Muchelle being Mincie as her mouse like timidity in fashion is nothing to roar about) is that Mincie brought along more people in her entourage than Mother Biden had for pallbearers.
There is great sadness at this point as there was no leather bondage belt as Muchelle flaunted for attention the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, no blood camouflage par tres, as Muchelle wore the slinky party dress to the Medal of Honor ceremony for a dead American Soldier.
Does this mean that the Biden Syndicate is so terrifying to the Obama's that Muchelle fearing to draw attention to themselves that Aaron Burr and son Skippy will have them arrested in Delaware and thrown into prison as they did Lawrence Sinclair?
Would Joe Biden in his grief over Mother Biden lash out and arrest the usurper Obama's and deport them? Is this why Muchelle had on her grave ghoul camouflage with matching digging tool bag and coffin opener, so to blend in with the background in black nightshade for fear of Joe Biden?
Are the days now gone when festive Muchelle was having her boobs hanging out at the leaden White House garden in front of children for a photo op?
Are the days gone of her dressing up as yellow fire hydrants?
Are the days gone in her impersonating Mrs. Ed?
What has this blog done in that now even the Muchelle worshipper web pages following her every table cloth and curtain wearing venture into home remodeling, have stopped updating their pages, all because the power of this blog has now made Muchelle into Mincie in her dressing like an almost normal Russian gay paratrooper grave robber would be attired in for a Bolshevik funeral.
This blog in noting the power and far reaching authority it has, must now once again come to the rescue of both the Obama's as Bearick and Muchelle's poll numbers are both plummeting.
I will not repeat that Bearick needs to dress hisself up in a little general costume, because since Valdasherie Jarrett took over breast feeding Obama, she has little Barry on a tight leash and he won't even reveal his nipples any more.
Who needs to be saved is Mincie now. Mincie darling, when this blog judged you as dressed like a whore in front of Marines so you could get the groove on with Bearick afterwards, it just meant you were dressed like a whore and for you not to stop dressing like a whore.
Babes you got to always top the last trick or you won't sparkle your mavens of fashion to coo about you.
If I might explain, in my time with the Tonight Show in studying it..........probably should not have revealed that, but it was in Johnny Carson's tenure and Johnny was successful half of the time, because Mr. Carson understood the 3 things Americans love.
Each Carson hour would feature something old like Jimmy Stewart, something funny like the Mighty Carson Art Players or a comic, and something whorish like Victoria Principal dressed in a skirt cut up to Tennessee.
People like to be reminded of what they enjoyed in old actors. People like to laugh and people like to look up hot actresses addresses. Johnny Carson was a good date and that is why he succeeded.
Mincie Obama is a bad date, and she is not going to raise the bar by dressing as a cemetery ghoul.
Once Muchelle dressed like a whore for her husband in public, the public demands that she dress like a whore all the time. While I do not advocate nipple slips or Muchelle shoving her beaver in the camera like Lindsey and Britney (Note to Lindsey Lohan, get yourself right with Jesus, stop being a drunk and dope head, and you are a woman, start acting like a Lady and find yourself a Gentleman.)..........meanwhile back at graveside, Muchelle you needed at the Biden funeral to tart it up babe.
Old Joe isn't going to arrest you and the husband at Mother Biden's funeral. So you needed to show up like you always do and steal the show. While wetting down the casket is not expected nor should you be riding the gurney singing, "Oh Delaware I long to see you", you have got to Mincie put on a show.
You have to tart it up babe like in the above creation I made just for you. Put on a blonde wig as Obama and Joe Biden both were having hand sex with that Salahi woman. It will brighten every one's mood.
Leave a few buttons undone on the top and bottom, and stop worrying about your old saggy boob cleavage. Put on a bra and push them mams high and proud and let the red lace bra do you bragging for you.
Note to Mincie, please do not wear black bras as it will remind black folks how white you are when they see black to your white skin.
Next put on some stockings and garters. You have to pay attention though Mincie to this part as if you show up all whored out, you will be called a whore again. What you need to bring out your Muchelle is to wear a fluted type tight dress..........please though not tight as your big ass will steal the show and bring on vomit incidents.
What you need is something flowing, almost chiffon like, that starts out at your knees and keeps riding up to the posse as you walk and sit down.
You have deniability then when the cameramen start paparazzian your garters, as you act all shocked and blushed at "How did this happen".
This is your next step Mincie or you might as well put on the ole Minnie Mouse costume and scurry away to Disney Gay Theme Park.
All of your fashion mavens and attendants have let you down Mincie. They should have known how to maneuver through this in your clothing sending political messages, and all your Mother Biden appearance did was make you look down in the polls.
Pictures do not lie Muchelle. Ask the husband in showing him Mother Biden review, Bondage Belt you or the Tarty Smarty Muchelle, and he will tell you with his happy to see you salute that you dressed up as blondie lookin' to dagwood is what will raise your poll numbers and your husband will not need to be stuffing toilet paper rolls into his pants and grin about it.
You need to be a sassy bad girl Muchelle, and let your groove things hang out sister, but for fashion sake, no more ghetto vomit green in this, nipple rings or chastity bondage belts. Those are just gauche.
I have also another suggestion in getting you a boobie job, but that is another article........am thinking something in the double E range, to as Charlie Sheen noted, "The bigger the boobs the more people are not looking at a woman's big ass".
Runway lights please..........
agtG