Morning glory by a duller name

Some people might have seen Michelle O dishing up lunch at a soup kitchen and been impressed by a president’s wife who was not holed up with a cigarette and a magazine in luxury and denial like the Chimp’s lump in the bed. One astute political reporter, though, noticed only a guy with a cellphone in a photo and went off on what lucky duckies she was serving. The disconnect between the Villagers and the real world increasingly makes Per Se and Applebee’s look tight. But the funniest thing was watching the wingnuts take the bait on the menu. Yep, risotto is the new arugula. Permission to go batshit insane granted.