A few months ago, someone did something to one of us that we won’t soon forget. 

There was a nonprofit we were doing pro bono consulting for, setting up focus groups, doing event planning, using what connections we still had in Chicago to get this group’s name in front of “the right people”.  We wrote their annual report and put together grant proposals for them, with unrealistic and near-impossible turn-around times (meaning, the nonprofit would give us an ALL-CAPS, gibberish infused, nonsensical draft and ask us if we could have the perfect, submission ready final copy the next day by noon).  We believed in the cause and liked the people on the Board, so we worked hard, for free, on this project — always with the carrot dangled that should a paid position ever come available, or at least a position on the Board itself, that one of us would get that (since it was our work that kept this group from failing, or even folding, during those lean days). 

The nonprofit put on a big fete to re-introduce itself to the LGBTQ community, which we event-managed, calling in just about every favor we had left to get the venu for free, to get an amazing deal on the catering, to get our own personal friends to waiter and bartend the event gratis, etc.  We even used up personal credits we had with a printer, left over from the 2008 primaries, to have all the banners and flyers for the event done up, not costing the nonprofit anything. The event was a big success, better than anyone expected, at minimal cost to the nonprofit. 

So, imagine our shock when at that event one of us just happened to be talking to the nonprofit’s president, Jason, who was rummaging through some papers he had in his little briefcase.  Absent-mindedly, Jason asked us to read a letter the nonprofit wrote to a major donor about something, and on the letterhead were several new Board positions that didn’t exist before.  Two of the positions were “Director of X” and “Director of Y”, which were the areas we were specifically told for months would go to one of us should this group ever create those positions and expand the Board. 

We were FLOORED.  

All that hard work, all that support, all those excuses that the Board didn’t have the leeway to expand, that they didn’t have the resources for paid consulting, etc., and here they went and created several (not just ONE) Board positions without including or informing us…and one of those positions was a paid consulting gig going to a good friend of Jasons whom we knew had never worked in the field.  But, Jason wanted to give a plum to a frat boy he’s been secretly crushing on, so we got the shaft. 

It was the very last event we ever put on for that group, and the last day we ever spoke to Jason. 

That’s the story we’re thinking of today as we see the White House announce a lavish state dinner with a Hollywood Who’s Who of liberaldom in attendance, at a time when not only most Americans are struggling to keep food on the table and a roof over their heads, but when Dr. Utopia and his fashion icon wife have decided that Jews are not worth spending the normal Hannakhah budget on. 

The White House gutted the annual Hannakhah party by half. 

They claimed they needed to cut costs and could not afford to throw a lavish party with that many guests. 

Yet, the Utopias are throwing one of the most lavish, extravagant, spendthrift celebrations Washington has seen in YEARS to delight the multimillionaire spoiled children of Hollywood (which will have more guests than the Hannakhah party would have).  The premise is a state dinner for India; the reality is that it’s an overblown, Mrs. Utopia-inspired, “let them eat curry”, tented bougie affair using India as an excuse to have all of Hollywood fly in on private jets, carbon footprints be damned. 

Normally, a state dinner like this would be held inside the White House itself, without a tent.  But, what’s a big Hollywood party without a tent?  Oprah always has a tent at her parties in Montecito, and that’s just the Muumuu she wears to the breakfast trough hours before the actual party begins. 

Some of you got all stirred up the other day when we said Jews are liberals before they are Jewish.  That is something we see time and again, in our daily lives, and observe on the national stage, too.  The PC police will claim, “Oh, I know a Jewish person who isn’t a liberal, so that’s not true!” the same way the delusional PC brigade here in Boystown keeps insisting the black kids who hang out at the Center on Halsted all day and mug people at night aren’t a problem (“They’re just misunderstood, and it’s RAACIST to say they are mugging people, even though they are mugging people”).  We personally now know four people who’ve been attacked by those black Southside gangs that have been prowling Boystown since the Center on Halsted opened several years ago (another issue we’ve been talking about for some time).  Yes, we’re sure there are black youth going to the Center who are not mugging people.  Not all black people are mugging gay guys in Boystown.  Clearly.  

But enough of them are, by our own observation, to call the Center on Halsted Gang a real threat to people’s safety in Boystown.  BECAUSE WE SEE THEM DO THIS. 

Just as we see Jews we know, and on a national level, put their liberalism before their Jewishness.  

It’s shameful to have a big Vanity Fair Oscar-style party with all the trimmings and excess while simultaneously the traditional Hannakhah celebration, which actually means something to a great many people who look forward to this White House event every year (and the symbolism that comes with it), is cut in HALF. 

Surely, not tenting the White House lawn would save money. 

Surely, uninviting the Hollywood contingent and limiting the guest list to people with an actual connection to India, the supposed honoree at this fete, will reduct costs. 

Surely, the combined cost savings from a more traditional state dinner and guest list would be enough to reinstate the traditional full-scale Hannakhah celebration. 

Surely. 

What’s really intersting is how many Jews from Hollywood are gleefully making their way to the White House for the state dinner, but not saying boo about the Hannakhah celebration being gutted. Steven Spielberg’s on that state dinner guest list, as is Jeffry Katzenberg, Arie Emanuel (brother of ballerina turned foul-mouth Congressman turned White House Cheif of Staff and Skeletor impersonator, Rahm Emanuel), and a host of movie and TV people. 

Why not decline your invitations asking the cost savings of your unused portion of the event go to restoring the Hannakhah event to full size?

Because they are liberals before they are Jews. They are Hollywood before they are Jewish.  

And that Center on Halsted Gang really is a big problem, no matter how much people don’t want to speak the truth and admit it. 

 

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