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September 6, 2005
"I See Your True Colors Shining Through..." or Really, What You Can Expect From This Old, I Can't Say It, Rhymes With Witch...
"Everyone is so overwhelmed by the hospitality. And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this, this is working very well for them."
- Barbara Bush on the New Orleans residents in the Astrodome.
Gerraldine Farraro, kick her ass please!
Everyone else... stop looking at this mean old lady like your grandma. Yes, your grandma may be a mean old lady, too and she may be a bigot, too. But call a rich, privilaged bitch what she is. She's not Marie Antoinette; Marie Antoinette dressed better.
Her son spent a lot more time with her than pappy and the shining ignorance shows through-out. Losing all your belongings, some of your family, your job and your city works well for you because you can sit on a cot with four-thousand other people just waiting for the PTSD to come on? What planet are you from, Barbara?
For a long time, Fancy Nancy was my least favorite first lady. How she has been redeemed! Bring me your Plastic Pat. Betty Ford, your 'da bomb.
Barbara Bush, you're going to hell.
Posted by emily at September 6, 2005 4:39 PM