Simply a Gaudy, Empty Show
Monday, December 3rd, 2007
Each week, veteran Condiwatcher Peter Huestis (also known as Princess Sparkle Pony) provides a summary of the searing wit and infinite wisdom of America’s Favorite Princess Diplomat™! Last week was all about Condi’s big Carnival o’ Peace™ in Annapolis. Yes! That was only a few days ago! Not much happened, but that didn’t stop people from writing about it. Plus: more excerpts from Elizabeth Bumiller’s Condiography which is maybe going to be serialized in Maureen Dowd’s column. And, finally, it was Mean Caricature Week! After the jump, we’ll relive the Condiweek that was.











So Laura “Crazy Eyes” Bush was traipsing around the Middle East this past week, adorably pretending to care about dangerous terrorist women’s breasts because… well, because she’s basically taken over both Condoleezza Rice’s and Karen Hughes’ jobs. At one stop, somebody got sick of looking at her head, so they handed her a scarf and, OMG, she put it on! OUTRAGE! Why does the first lady hate America? Think Progress has a superfun roundup of all the moaning and hand-wringing. My favorite:
You’d think Donald Rumsfeld would know better than to go to the land of rabid Jerry Lewis fans, striped boating shirt aficionados and melty cheeses, but oh, no! He probably thought, “It’s Sarkozy’s town, now,” and, therefore, he’d be greeted as a liberator. Well, not exactly:
We love Fran Townsend, Bush’s Homeland Security spokesmodel, known more for her hotness than her ability to do her job. The Washington Post’s Mary Ann Akers reports today that Townsend was recently spotted having drinks at the Mayflower with, of all people, Philippe Reines, who is not only Hillary Clinton’s Senate spokesman, but also has a perfectly normal name spelled the French way, which proves that he’s also a America-hating pinko terrorist (as if working for Clinton doesn’t already prove that). Akers wonders what on Earth the two could possibly be doing there together, advancing all kinds of possible explanations, most of them pretty uninteresting. Mary Ann, we’ll make it easier, because we know you can’t say this in the Post: they’re obviously totally fucking.