Live From New York It's Salahi Night Live!

It was Wash Post TV temptress Lisa de Moraes who started the rumor that the WH con couple pushing the envelope to snag an NBC reality TV show - Michaele and Tareq Salahi  - would appear on SNL. . Praise God it didn't happen! But their stand-ins were hilarious:



NYP's Kyle Smith observes: If an undercover journalist or Michael Moore or Sacha Baron Cohen had crashed one of President Bush’s parties and gotten a few seconds of uneventful “inside” footage, the media would have been aflutter with praise for the daring, the playfulness and wit. No one would have called for an arrest, much less a Congressional investigation.

Ah, but there is the motive question, isn’t there? The Salahis incidentally provided a public service. But they were actually after fame and fortune, whereas journalists and documentary filmmakers . . . are after exactly the same thing... The revulsion for the Salahis has nothing to do with what they did. It has everything to do with furious, humorless idolatry (off with their heads, these heathen who punk’d St. Obama!) and class. The Salahis are “tacky.” They’re “social climbers,” “arrivistes,” “fame whores.” They probably have a gold fountain surrounded by imitation Greek antiques in the foyer of their Instamansion. Scratch “Real Housewives of D.C.” and “Washington Redskins cheerleader” off their resumes and replace them with “The Harvard Lampoon” and “The Daily Show,” and they’re brilliant pranksters, aren’t they?

Wash Post's Pulitizer Prize-winning fashion czarina Robin Givan (who is black) moans:  "Call it tall, thin, white, blond privilege."