The Tao of AOC and Space Vixens HotAir

Today seems as good a time as any for reflecting upon the inanities that have been raised above we mere mortal knuckle-draggers, both in a literal and figurative sense.

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Space cadets springs to mind, thanks to fawning coverage of Jeff Bezos spending God knows how much money to send his plastic squeeze and some other chicas into space for a joyride since his rocket company can’t seem to get any press otherwise.

 Normally, taking some women in skin tight spandex, pretending they’re ‘astronauts’ going into ‘space’ as a ‘rocket ship crew’ would make for a laughably entertaining movie. Schmaybe shades of Galaxy Quest if any of the chicas were as adept at humor as Sigourney Weaver and the writers anywhere near as polished.

But this was a Bezos production, starring his trashy, over-bosomed bosom-buddy Lauren Sanchez, who doubled as costume – sorry. ‘Crew’ uniform designer, accompanied by an odd little coffee klatch of middle-aged trinkets, one actual astro-physicist, and Oprah’s buddy Gayle King thrown in for some reason.

The uniforms the delightful Ms Sanchez designed were certainly first rate hootchie and very blue, which suits the company’s name. And I’d bet good money she’s been told it’s her best color.

They also had the advantage of being probably the least amount of her cleavage anyone has ever seen in public. That was refreshing. 

Now, I’m sure there were safety considerations in the cabin for the other passengers dealing with the lack of gravity for a minute here and there during the joyride. Had her enormous, questionably natural endowments escaped their earthly restraints, there might well have been injuries sustained and lawsuits to follow.

via hotair.com

Beege Welborn