Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Access Denied


U.S. Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice talks during a press conference in Jerusalem, Israel, Tuesday, March 27, 2007. The Israeli and Palestinian leaders have agreed to meet every two weeks to discuss day-to-day issues, but also to move toward talks on a final peace settlement, U.S. Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice announced Tuesday, after shuttling between the two sides for three days. (AP Photo/Murad Sezer) Email Photo Print Photo

I love this picture first because Condi looks like a candle on the top of an uninspired cake, and second for the ultraswanky velvet rope which protects her from us. Bravo!

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

It's actually a happy face...

Anonymous said...

Who was it the other day, in the Uber-Ursula post that remarked... about the yellow cake. Yep, Condi is like a special topping. Yummy yummy yummy I loves me some condi in my tummy.

jterry said...

I believe that the rope is actually trying to protect us from her.

samael7 said...

I, the two hits of LSD, and that strange fuzzy, y'know, kind of a paisley rabbit/hawk/turtle in the corner there, all agree: it's smile-tastic, especially with the human gargoyles on either side for eyes.

And a ticklish flowery moustache -- with a Condi for a Bindi! Tee hee!

Christopher said...

Whatever samael had I'll have. Thank you.

As for the photo. I see it more as a lone bride a(groom?) on the loneliest wedding cake. She so, so alone.

Note my word verification is "jevsus" I don't know what that's supposed to mean, but it feels like a mistranslated sign.

Karen Zipdrive said...

I was the yellow cake person. :)
Meanwhile, poor hapless Condi tries to finally arrange something peaceful and I hear Dick Cheney's trying to mess it up for her.
Dick hates peace- there's no money to be made on it.

Marcos El Malo said...

The rope is not for protection. It is to keep the hoi polloi, the terminally unhip, the have-nots, etc. out of Club Condi. If you are lucky and elite enough to make it past the velvet rope, you are frisked by Condi's two associates and then directed to the hostess podium, where Condi herself will check to see if you have a reservation. If you do not, she will write your name and the number of people at the bottom of the list, and you proceed to the bar to wait until August for a table.