President and Mrs. Obama promote one lifestyle for the peons, but when it comes to their lifestyle it’s another story.  After awhile it gets to the point where Americans just have to say, “Who cares?”

This New Year’s we should all care, because watching the spectacle that has become the Obama administration coupled with Mama Michelle’s carping over what everyone should or should not be eating has more to do with duplicity and exclusivity than vacations and menu choices.  

Recently, America was shocked to learn the Obamas’ 10-day-plus Hawaiian Christmas is costing over $1 million. The fact that the First Family shows their faces outside the beachfront compound takes guts, especially in a season when some Americans are struggling just to eat. Don’t the Obamas know that throwing rollicking palace parties while the little people starve is the stuff insurrections are made of? 

The Obamas’ behavior has reduced America to a famished child with its nose pressed against the cold windowpane of a warm bakery where Michelle and Barry, covered in cream from unlimited Charlotte Russes, toss maraschino cherries at one another, laughing and having a wonderful time, oblivious to the waif outside.

The most stunning aspect is the fact that the Obamas are seemingly unfazed by the disparity. In fact, the duo is having such an outstanding time that Ms. $63,000 Let’s-Get-This-Party-Started Michelle has agreed to extend the Hawaiian getaway another two days.

It takes brazen effrontery for Mrs. Obama to wag her finger at America after licking “soy-braised short rib” drippings off it. I don’t know about you, but if I promoted myself as the female version of health guru Dr. Mehmet Oz, the last thing I would want the world to see is me gorging on unhealthy fare with the wild abandon of Albert Finney in “Tom Jones.”

Yet Alan Wong’s restaurant, “one of the President’s favorite restaurants in Hawaii,” was graced by the Obama contingency with the type of hearty, throw-caution-to-the-wind appetite that exposes them as the phonies they are. 

In fact, Chef Wong said, “It's not the first time I've cooked for the President, but every time, it's a chicken skin moment.”  You mean like crunchy, saturated fat-soaked chicken skin, Mr. Wong?

Alan claims the President has “adventurous tastes,” and on this visit, Michelle, who “usually eats lighter,” made an exception to her rule, cast aside steamed dumplings, and joined Barry in indulging in a menu that has sent lesser gods to the hospital for emergency bypass surgery.

The always-polite Obamas sampled: “Wong's seafood cake, a tomato with li hing mui dressing and Wong's famous ‘soup and sandwich,’ a two-color Big Island tomato soup and foie gras grilled cheese sandwich,” (foie gras as in fatty goose or duck liver). 

This was followed by:  “Lobster lasagna, ginger-crusted onaga, [and] soy-braised shortribs” (packing 56 grams of fat for one portion).  And topped off with “The Coconut,” coconut ice cream covered with dark chocolate in a shape that looks exactly like half a coconut, served with a colorful array of tropical fruits.

After the gorging, part-time beekeeper Michelle Obama, who as all America knows is “interested in healthy and natural foods,” and who “raises bees at the White House and makes her own honey,” gifted Wong with a supply of the sweet stuff. 

Meanwhile this New Year’s, back on the US mainland, the suffering slowly move away from the fogged-up windowpane to take time to beg God for jobs and grace to hold on to their homes in 2011, a year when Barry and Michelle are guaranteed to indulge in at least eight-to-ten more sumptuous, in-your-face vacations.

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