The Drama of the Umbrellas
Nov. 18th, 2004 11:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
This post is at Tery's insistence. She is watching the dedication ceremony of Bill Clinton's library in Little Rock. It is raining and all the dignitaries have umbrellas. All of them, that is, except for George Bush, who was making Laura hold hers over his head. Or try to, at least. Being two inches shorter, her umbrella was more often poking into the side of his head. He temporarily took refuge under the more statuesque Chelsea Clinton's until perhaps realizing how inappropriate that looked, then reached over to Laura's handle. Tery thought maybe he would do the gentlemanly thing and hold it for her, but no, he just made her lift it up higher, the poor woman's circulation be damned. Tery noticed Jimmy Carter going to great lengths to clear rain water off his wife's seat before she sat down. George, not so much. Looks like he is Christian in every sense of the word, right down to treating his wife like property. Later he FINALLY got his own umbrella and held it so aggressively in Laura's space she was forced to tilt hers backwards to make room. Still later they panned back to include the entire stage and Bush was holding his umbrella noticeably higher than anyone else's, as if subconsciously reinforcing his position. I get the feeling if he had his way his umbrella would be royal blue with the presidential seal emblazoned on it in neon colors. What a complete and total ass.
The commentators were even worse. They were talking about presidents wearing suits and ties at all times to command respect (which Clinton didn't do) and I was reminded of that Log Cabin Republican who thought Carter wearing sweaters in the Oval Office was about the most shocking thing he'd ever seen. They were also discussing religious values and I commented how disturbing I find the regularity with which religion and politics are now mentioned in the same sentence these days. Clearly we aren't even pretending to worry about that pesky "separation of church and state" clause our founding fathers set down. Tery and I agreed we'd rather have a president who enjoyed the occasional blowjob to clear his head to focus on important decisions than one who talked to God instead of his own cabinet.
Oooh! Oooh! And U2! Poor Chelsea had to move about four times to see around the old men that all stood up to see Bono. *sigh* Bono..... I would kill to have an Irish accent like his. He added a new verse about world peace to the end of "Sunday Bloody Sunday" that Bush strategically chatted through so he didn't have to be preached to. It's okay, Georgie. No one can teach you anything new. You know everything already.
In nonpresidential affairs, we finally got around to seeing Mean Girls last night, probably the funniest movie I've seen all year. Kind of like Heathers meets "Harriet the Spy." Janis and Damian, the token outcasts, were the cool friends I wish I had in high school. The script was smart and the depiction of high school cliques was dead-on. Just when the movie couldn't get any higher in my esteem, they threw in a Xena battle cry. That did it. I am soooo buying this one.
The commentators were even worse. They were talking about presidents wearing suits and ties at all times to command respect (which Clinton didn't do) and I was reminded of that Log Cabin Republican who thought Carter wearing sweaters in the Oval Office was about the most shocking thing he'd ever seen. They were also discussing religious values and I commented how disturbing I find the regularity with which religion and politics are now mentioned in the same sentence these days. Clearly we aren't even pretending to worry about that pesky "separation of church and state" clause our founding fathers set down. Tery and I agreed we'd rather have a president who enjoyed the occasional blowjob to clear his head to focus on important decisions than one who talked to God instead of his own cabinet.
Oooh! Oooh! And U2! Poor Chelsea had to move about four times to see around the old men that all stood up to see Bono. *sigh* Bono..... I would kill to have an Irish accent like his. He added a new verse about world peace to the end of "Sunday Bloody Sunday" that Bush strategically chatted through so he didn't have to be preached to. It's okay, Georgie. No one can teach you anything new. You know everything already.
In nonpresidential affairs, we finally got around to seeing Mean Girls last night, probably the funniest movie I've seen all year. Kind of like Heathers meets "Harriet the Spy." Janis and Damian, the token outcasts, were the cool friends I wish I had in high school. The script was smart and the depiction of high school cliques was dead-on. Just when the movie couldn't get any higher in my esteem, they threw in a Xena battle cry. That did it. I am soooo buying this one.
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Date: 2004-11-18 10:50 am (UTC)Tery and I agreed we'd rather have a president who enjoyed the occasional blowjob to clear his head to focus on important decisions
*snif* I miss the Clinton years.
And Bono is God. I wonder if George knows that. Probably not.
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Date: 2004-11-18 11:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-18 11:10 am (UTC)AHA! I did some googling and found the clip.
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Date: 2004-11-18 11:21 am (UTC)...*SNNNNNNRRRRRKKKK*
Date: 2004-11-18 04:00 pm (UTC)Aw. Muffin.
Re: ...*SNNNNNNRRRRRKKKK*
Date: 2004-11-18 04:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-18 04:34 pm (UTC)Really, I'm sure.
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Date: 2004-11-18 04:48 pm (UTC)Please continue to pass judgment on people you know absolutely nothing about.
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Date: 2004-11-18 05:20 pm (UTC)I don't use my name because I'm not looking for validation, sunshine. Just making a point.
I don't care why you were there, what you thought of it, what you thought of her, or why you decided to judge her actions. You did, and you came off as a dick. Typical male behaviour. A lady would have a little more class about it.
'This is the stupidest, most demeaning "community" I've seen on LJ, by far.'
Really, dear. Very trite.
Now, I'm spent, and done. I really have nothing to say more, and I'm sure the irony of saying 'judge not' while judging... well, judging twice, actually, has entirely passed you by.
Let's try and lose the condesending attitude, 'kay, hun? You really don't wear it well.
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Date: 2004-11-18 05:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-18 06:22 pm (UTC)I never said my attitude was better than yours. But I try to make a practice of not judging others as less than me. You don't, and frankly, that's offencive, rude, and low-class.
I assumed you were a woman, or a gay male, thanks to that image in your journal overview. I was simply implying you're not ladylike.
And I hardly flung misguided insults, dear. You make a perfect target.
Now, I'm guessing your misguided pride is gonna lead to reply, rebuttal, repeat again?
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Date: 2004-11-18 06:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-18 06:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-18 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-18 06:50 pm (UTC)People in glass houses would be best not to throw stones.
Really, you take yourself so seriously...
Goodbye, dear.
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Date: 2004-11-23 03:24 pm (UTC)this was really almost the stupest thing I have read in a long time. WTF is up with all the "dear" and "hun" bullshit. Whose bushwhacked asslick grandmother are you? "DARLING"
TRACEY