Mother’s Arms

It’s been said that it’s wrong to make fun of Michelle Obama.  But this column is too over the top to be believed:

“May I change the subject,” said a prominent Washington theologian at a recent dinner. The conversation had been high-minded — religion, philosophy, the nature of evil. “I’d like to talk about Michelle Obama’s arms,” he said.

He is a big fan of those arms. We then began a discussion about the significance of the first lady’s arms. Actually, it turned out to be equally serious. Michelle Obama’s arms, we determined, were transformational. Her arms are representative of a new kind of woman: young, strong, vigorous, intelligent, accomplished, sexual, powerful, embracing and, most of all, loving.

Today is Mother’s Day. Today we should celebrate Michelle Obama’s arms as the arms of a mother.

This is a woman who has the courage to say “I am mom in chief” and make her children and her family — unapologetically — her No. 1 priority. She is able to do this because she is so intelligent and accomplished that she doesn’t have to prove anything to anyone. She is healthy enough to be able to say, this is who I am, these are my values and my priorities.

These sickeningly hagiographic articles do the First Family no credit, and indeed are an embarrassment to the trade of journalism (as if this trade had any shame at all left).  Isn’t it enough already?  I suppose the American Butthash Media HAS to publish columns of this nature; after all, they did their level best to elect the empty suit this angry, pinch-faced woman married.  Honestly, though, this kind of silliness writes itself, especially when the Obamas’ bar for exquisitely wonderful success has been set more or less in the sub-basement below the root cellar of Satan’s underground bungalow.

Thanks to Dave in Texas at Ace’s for the pointer.