The Obama-Vegas Connection

Okay, I admit the title of the article can be a little misleading. Obama isn’t going to be betting at one of Vegas’ high roller roulette tables anytime soon (although some might argue his recovery package is a pure gamble). But the Obama’s and the White House are directly connected to Sin City this week, in one of the most unflattering ways imaginable.
During a run-of-the-mill State Dinner at the White House last November, where elitists are served posh cuisine and every breath is a photo opportunity, the party received two unexpected visitors whose names were not on any list. Tareq and Michaele Salahi, deciding that free food is always the best food, snuck into the supposedly secure home of President Obama and intruded on an otherwise mundane dinner and have infamously been dubbed the Gatecrashers.

Many speculated that the outlandishly brazen couple had their high hopes set on celebrity status. And what better way to go about it than to cozy up to the world’s biggest celebrity? Well, as it turns out, the many were right – the Salahi’s have been on a world tour, trying to promote their brand of uber-self-interest. In this day and age of self-involved excess, the gate-crashing couple prove that no lights are bright enough, even the new LEDs of Vegas.

Salahi’s at Vegas Club Pure
Desperately attempting to prolong their fifteen minutes, or more fitting an analogy, avoid hitting double zeroes on the roulette wheel of fame, the Salahi’s have been selling their shocking brand of celebrity to any and everyone who seems the least bit interested. On Saturday night at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas, the club manager of Pure thought this modern day Bonnie and Clyde could excite the crowd with a little rah-rah from the DJ booth.
Well, the couple was holding 17 in their hand and took a hit here. Vegas is the perfect place to bust out, and the Salahi’s floundered in a way that made Criss Angel proud to put on a half-magic show with Cirque du Soleil.
The party-loving crowd immediately started to revolt at the mere screeching sound of the fairer Salahi’s voice. Maybe the Octo-mom would have been able to get the crowd jumping, but this particular hack-in-a-box shout-out from on high was immediately dismissed. As soon as they started to address the crowd, thumbs down—and other not so pleasant—gestures started to surface, as well as a mix of boos and hisses.
The Salahi’s gambled and won with their Mission Impossible White House exploits, but the Vegas crowd was another monster entirely. It says a lot when a city famous for gambling and prostitution balks at the idea of Presidential gate-crashing buffoons on a mission to brand themselves the next celeb-reality “in” couple. In fact, it’s downright embarrassing. If Vegas doesn’t appreciate a good back-door entry, who will?
With this kind of luck, the Salahi’s would do well to stay off the game tables. That good, old lady of fortune seems too busy to smile on this haughty couple of criminal dunderheads.
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