Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice, sits by herself in the Oval Office of the White House in Washington, Monday, July 16, 2007, during a meeting between President Bush and Polish President Lech Kaczynski. (AP Photo/Pablo Martinez Monsivais)
Awwwww. It kinda makes me sad to see Condi like this, all dressed up but still surrounded by empty seats. And all she could do is sit there and listen to spotlight-hoggin' George going on and on about some initiative thingy that he's totally making Condi do. As if! George, Dr. Ferragamo really isn't into the whole paperwork thing, OK? That's honestly not her strong suit. To top it all off, she's also probably moping about her canceled trip to Africa:
McCormack said Rice had called Ghanian President John Kufour on Monday to tell him she would now also be skipping an annual forum in Accra on the Africa Growth and Opportunity Act, a centerpiece in the administration's stated commitment to improving the economic lot of the world's poorest continent.
Instead, Rice will stay in Washington to concentrate on the Middle East and Iraq, he said.
Oh, totally! She's going to totally concentrate on the Middle East and Iraq, and the end of Neiman's Final Call has absolutely nothing to do with it, OK?
Anyway, why does George keep making Condi do things she's not good at? Why does anybody? That, Pony Pals™, is one of the greatest mysteries of this decade, and I thought I heard somebody say something about a Peteykins principle or something. Whatever.
Things were way more fun on Friday. I mean, this is the kind of thing Condi's good at, hangin' with basketball players and fondling bronze chicks:
WNBA president Donna Orender, center, and WNBA All-Star Tamika Catchings, of the Indiana Fever, right, presents Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice, left, with the 2007 WNBA Inspiration Award, Friday, July 13, 2007 in Washington. (AP Photo/Kevin Wolf)
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My Dearest Princess: You're starting to remind me of one of those biographers who by page 627 and seven years into their research start actively hating their own biographical subject.
In this particular case, it's a good sign.
That WNBA pic is the best! Condi in her natural element.
If only the parents had encouraged basketball instead of piano.
Oh well.
I was watching George stumble through his speech yesterday ("We can WIN the war in Palistgazinestine!") and when he got to the Condi part, I was all like, oh awesome, more Condi and Tzipi pics!
And hey, did you notice Hillary bragging about the size of HER invisible friend at the debates?
http://i.l.cnn.net/cnn/2007/POLITICS/07/15/campaign.money.ap/t1home.clinton.gi.jpg
The nerve of some people.
scowling wallflower...
"Dr" Rice speaks about her love of sports at:
http://video.state.gov/?fr_story=d3a62bf13927231114d224a8796697e69f223eb1
The vulgarity of it all...who could care about the lessons Condi learned from figure skating...
First, she enjoyed a men's golf tournament.
Now, it's women's basketball.
Maybe she easing us into the next step, a women's golf tournament. And then nothing but women's golf.
We Pony Pals™ would like TOTALLY understand, since it's been years and she doesn't get to date at all, which is like TOTALLY unfair.
Are my eyes playing tricks or does that statue have cameltoe?
Empty matching armchairs. It's the loneliest Condi-image imaginable...
She drove herself into that sorry corner with nothing but her high end footwear and her lofty ideals to keep her company lulu maude!
That wonderfully solid statue is going home with Condi tonight where it will be kept safely in her va-jay-jay.
Donna sandwich
the empty arm-chairs does kinda say 'end of the empire' n'est-ce pas?
Re picture no 1, with Condi sitting (oh, our sweetheart looks so solitary) in such a low-brow way:
Condi's football-mad preacher poppy (separated at birth from Dubya) never taught her about proper posture. She is sitting, in violation of the most basic etiquette, on that chair in a very prol posture, clearly indicating that she can’t even live up to her petite-bourgeoise upringing (sit up straight, girl!), the best efforts of her ambitious social-climing parents notwithstanding. Poor thing -- and she even pretends she can think!
She and Ursula need a real girl-talk.
the empty arm-chairs does kinda say 'end of the empire' n'est-ce pas?
I had the same thought.
In her advanced dotage, I can see her sittin' on the porch of the old folks' home, two rocking chairs arranged to look out over the pasture, with a small, tasteful chestnut end table between them. On that end table there will be some en-vased Lady Bird Johnson-inspired wildflowers, freshly plucked from the side of I-75.
There may even be a box of tissue: a nod to Middle Eastern matching-armchair-arrangement convention and a bitter, papery reminder of the tears she didn't shed as her boss' foreign policy went down in flames over the Persian Gulf.
The occasional visitor will doubtless have questions, but the only answer they will ever receive is the mumbled, time-lost, "Let me tell you about Russia. I was good at Russia..."
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