By Scott St. Clair | The Save Jersey Blog
In the wake of the Charleston massacre, our fearless leader, President Obama, did what he always does when an unexpected crisis befalls him: He went to a series of Hollywood fundraisers. Why get bogged down in the ugly details of reality when you can go and be fawned upon – Tyler Perry introduced Obama at one event saying that he was “one of the most incredible people I have ever met”?
Hey – why not jet to a land where boring reality becomes unreal, it doesn’t get talked about let alone sell, and rarely get’s made into a movie since what’s hot is Jurassic World, which doesn’t, nor will it ever, exist. But if I want to see a movie about big scaly craters running amok, I’ll wait until they make Munich Part Deux about John Kerry selling us out to the Iranians.
Just like after Benghazi, where four Americans were lost, when people die, the president takes to the sky, only then it was Vegas, which is second only to Hollywood in what President Obama does best, and that’s traffic in sucker-bet illusions. Which way to the winning slots with the Obamacare jackpot?
Sure, there were the obligatory nods to the head and predictably-scripted comments about the horror of Charleston. “At some point, we as a country have to reckon with the fact that this type of mass violence does not happen in other advanced countries,” he said at one where pool press coverage was allowed , and which wasn’t true, which is fitting in the land of make-believe and fantasy.
Has he checked out this past February’s – that means on his watch – mass slaughter by ISIS of Egyptian Coptic Christians because they were Christians? Or any of these:
Of course not – why should he? If the President doesn’t say it exists, then it doesn’t exist. Thus is the power of Obama.
So, instead of being presidential and going to Charleston where he could console the community and the families of the victims, Cynthia Hurd, 54; Susie Jackson, 87; Ethel Lance, 70; Rev. DePayne Middleton-Doctor, 49; Hon. Rev. Clementa Pinckney, 41; Tywanza Sanders, 26; Rev. Daniel Simmons Sr., 74; Rev. Sharonda Singleton, 45; Myra Thompson, 59, Mr. Obama went pandering, first to the Pacific Palisades home of Chuck Lorre, executive producer of “Two and a Half Men.”
There, for a nominal $33,400 cover charge, he was schmoozed by, among others, Kiefer Sutherland, Matthew Perry, Conan O’Brien, UTA’s Jay Sures, Bob Broder, Tennis Channel CEO Ken Solomon and writer-producer James Burrows.
Then it was off to a more plebeian — only $2,500 to get in the door (no word if you had to park your shoes in the vestibule) – event at Tyler Perry’s pad where he could par-TAY with January Jones, Ted Sarandos, Jason Collins and Matthew Weiner.
Oh, and then it’s a private dinner at the president’s posh Beverly Hills hotel – What: Motel 6 booked solid? – with DreamWorks Animation CEO, Jeffrey Katzenberg, and Oscar-winning director, Steven Spielberg. How Jurassic is that park?
Hollywood is the home of fantasy. Nothing is real, and it’s all made up. President Obama must feel right at home.
Let’s pretend things are going okay. Let’s pretend I know what I’m doing. Let’s pretend America’s enemies are on the run. Let’s pretend the American people are better off now than they were in 2008. Let’s pretend the world respects us more. Let’s pretend. Let’s pretend. Let’s pretend.
But wait, because a newly-released batch of the Wikileaks-hacked Sony emails is apparently scaring the you-know-what out of Hollywood and perhaps some of the aforementioned. Turns out there’s more than a little concern over who has a certain type of STD (think combo feminine pronoun and small, round green vegetable). You can’t pretend your way out of that since no amount of campaign giving or presidential glad-handing eliminates how badly this reality bites.
How soon before it hits Washington, D.C.?
In the meantime, Charleston has no time for the movies – it’s too busy weeping and preparing to bury its dead.