Loosening the tie after a long day and night of pomp and party.Aww yeah. The Obamas have released some behind the scenes shots of Inauguration Day and it is pure satisfaction. It also demonstrates the seduction of a man who looks two steps from either breaking out an old Frankie blue-eyes ivory tickler/Sammy Davis Jr. “Rat Page” homage (I gotta be me!) over why he gets a “kick” out of Michelle.
Power is an aphrodisiac, my friend. Lose your perspective and get lost in the romance and the Obama will get you high. Ever since the first Alpha male walked upright out of the cave and proclaimed “I got this” then harnessed the power of fire he was guaranteed to mack for days.
More pictures after the jump!
Practicing the oath should have made perfect, but we all know how that turned out.Despite President A-Type personality’s best efforts, he and Justice Roberts totally engaged in unintentional, improvisational oath butchering, blemishing an otherwise “Oxy clear” event. Never mind. They did an oath makeup for the conspiracy theorists and whackadoos.
Sasha demonstrates some possible dance moves for Pops while Malia continues to document the moment for prosperity. Daddy’s taking Mommy to ten Presidential Proms! Awesome!
Damn, if those two don’t stop being adorable! Seriously! Stop it! Not that I can blame Michelle. Nothing makes you feel more special that a guy who thinks you’re prefect the way you are, showers you in affection, then lends you his jacket in case you’re cold, just like he would have done more than 10 years ago when you were dating and making cute. (He’s like a fucking Babyface song!) Take note, black people. PDA is A-OK! No more pretending not to like each other. You wanna hold your woman’s hand, HOLD YOUR WOMAN’S HAND. Be like Bobby Rush and sing about how “I ain’t thinking ’bout you. Don’t care what you say. As long as I’m getting what I want I’m gonna love her anyway!“*
Politically, I expect to have my ups and downs with Barack, but give us our regular dose of “real love” forever, please! Don’t go breaking our hearts! Millions of black folks, I swear, would never recover. We would lock ourselves in the house and watch “Mo’ Betta Blues,” “Jason’s Lyric,” “Love Jones” and “Mohogany” over and over crying “WHHHHHHY, BARACK AND MICHELLE? WHHHYYYY???” Then drown ourselves in a box o’ wine (or a fine cabernet sauvignon for the Snobs) and turn up the Babyface to full blast.
Never recover. Never.
*I apologize. Ever since I discovered Rep. Bobby Rush of Illinois I have been unable to stop making references to chitlin circuit superstar, quintessential “ass man,” blues singer Bobby Rush and his unabashed love of whatever women he is singing about. Almost all the songs have a similar theme: Bobby Rush has a fine woman. People keep hating on his fine woman. He tells “people” to stay out of his bidness, he loves his woman and frankly, does not give a damn. And for the record, he is not “hen-pecked,” he is merely being pecked by the right hen. I promise, I will start upgrading to Johnny Taylor, Koko Taylor (no relation), Pootenany and Denise LaSalle references eventually. While I did not grow up an “fan” of blues music, my Arkansas-born mother is hardcore and Bobby Rush and his like are who tortured my ears for decades until I learned to “appreciate” the genre.
**Check out more pictures of Obama’s First 100 Days, as well as pictures from the Inauguration on the Obama Flickr page!
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