Some reporters are in love with Barack Obama’s glistening pectoral muscles.
Not Jack Cafferty.
The veteran CNN journalist has rejected the cult of Barack — and started the cult of Michelle O instead.
The guy needs a restraining order. Or at least a hotel room where he can keep his lust behind closed doors and spare us the grotesque PDA:
I think I am developing a crush on America’s first lady. Michelle Obama is more compelling than her husband. He’s good, but she’s utterly fascinating.
Mrs. Obama has blown away the stale air in a White House musty from eight years of the Bushes. It’s like the sun came out and a fresh spring breeze began wafting through the open windows.
It’s the people’s house, and Michelle Obama totally gets it. So much so that she has taken to inviting people in from the streets to see her home. Nice touch — one completely lacking in her recent predecessors.
Watch her when she visits a local school and you see the warmth and affection she instantly triggers in people.
There we go with the “warmth” thing again. For heaven’s sake, will Obama turn down the thermostat already? The journalists are going to faint from dehydration:
The Obamas bring a humanity and humility to their tasks which sets them far apart from the run-of-the mill phonies who populate Washington. It’s exactly what the doctor ordered for this wounded nation.
Michelle Obama’s unassuming, but dead-on, sense of style has the fashion press gushing all over itself.
Her arms are becoming the stuff of legend. Who appears sleeveless on the cover of Vogue, let alone in front of a joint session of Congress while her husband delivers one of the most important speeches of his life? And the reviews were rave.
Cindi Leive, the editor of Glamour magazine gushed, “Oh my god! The first lady has bare arms in Congress in February at night!” If she keeps it up, Seventh Avenue will soon stop making women’s clothes with sleeves.
Ok, I admit it. When it comes to the first lady, I’m smitten.
You better pick your tongue up off the floor now, Jack. The rest of your tingly-legged colleagues are at risk of tripping over it as they stampede towards their desk to file their own Obamedia suck-up dispatches.