Refried Screens

For years, women and minorities have speculated on the possible indignities accepted by Condoleezza Rice to become and maintain her status as a Republican Party token.

With Glenn Kessler’s new bio, The Confidante: Condoleezza Rice and the Creation of the Bush Legacy, their prayers have been answered:

Wanting to show his partner how firm Rice’s behind was, Coit Blacker postulated that if he aimed a quarter at her butt, it would bounce right off like a rocket. “He was right,” says Kessler. “[Rice] didn’t realize what he had done until everyone was laughing hysterically. She was flattered and proud.”

How did he know she was flattered and proud?  Did she spend the rest of the evening placing bets on which items she could bounce off her booty?  How else would you react when everyone is laughing at you?  And why didn’t Blacker (ironically a white dude) hang things off his dong instead? 

That’s right, because it’s easier to pick on Condi’s booty.

Outside, Condi might have been laughing, but inside, Condi was crying.

Having a firm booty should be appreciated privately, not persecuted publicly.

In wake of Bootygate, I shudder to think of the horrors poor Alberto Gonzales must have endured to become the Attorney General.  

Mark my words, there was a pinata involved.

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