Seeking entree into the exalted ranks of those who are famous for being famous, Michaela and Tareq Salahi crashed a White House dinner in their quest for a spot on Bravo's [completely awesome] Real Housewives series. "Crashed" is, of course, a colloquialism; there was no breaking and entering involved, they simply sidled up to the line, and somehow got past Secret Service without the benefit of an invitation.
Without the benefit of an invitation, and without any sense of the distinction between showing respect and playing dress-up. The sari was ridiculous. Western women who dress up in another culture's traditional garb may be grasping for multiculturalist cred, but get stuck squarely at Halloween, especially when the absence of flesh on their bones makes them look like they've been photographed post-suttee.
How they got into the White House is now the focus of investigation. The White House is endeavoring to throw the Secret Service under the bus, but the Secret Service does not make mistakes like that. The phrase "it ain't over until the fat lady sings" springs to mind, but immediately withers given Michaela Salahi's fashionable emaciation.
The Secret Service does not make mistakes like that. Who makes mistakes like that? The Obama Administration. Rookie mistakes like blaming the heavily-armed people who protect you for a screw-up in your own Social Office. It is Amateur Hour at 1600, and before this is done the Secret Service will emerge unscathed from the bus under which their boss has thrown them. And they are such professionals, I'm sure they will not hesitate to protect that vain empty suit of a President from harm.
Fortunately for the brave men and women in the Secret Service, I don't think anyone takes Obama seriously enough to ever take a shot at him. The Russians and the Iranians probably provide him with a shadow bodyguard service, the thugs and tyrants of the world are much better off with a weak American president in power.