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“Have you seen the January 2006 issue of Vanity Fair yet, Billy? My campaign to end the bloody and illegal invasion and occupation of Iraq—responsible for the slaughter of tens of thousands or Iraqi civilians and two thousand plus of our own beloved civilian-slaughterers in uniform—was awarded ‘Best Stand’ in their annual ‘Best of the Best’ awards. In fact, they gave me a full two-page photo spread, in which I’m lying in the grass at Casey’s grave in Vacaville, dressed all in black, grieving in my own very private way. It really makes a powerful statement, I think.”* | |
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“I guess. If by ‘powerful statement’ you mean, ‘See? I told you black isn’t always slimming!’ Which, I gotta tell you, hardly seems worth having gone to jail over, honey.”* |
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(h/t Kelly)
Looks like she’s having a nice litte rest after…hey, is she wearing tap dance shoes?
By my count, Mother Sheehan’s time is up right about….
now.
Next on Fox News, what you are having for dinner tonight could make your testicles explode.
And later, why are more young bloggers risking all by wearing rimless glasses? Fox News gives the full, shocking story.
If she was my mom I’d come back from the dead and disown her.
Brutal, Billy. I think Cindy looks HOT in that picture. I bet Chris Kline would placate with her.
By my count, Mother Sheehan’s time is up right about….
now
Dude, I was predicting the same thing about four months ago. Look how that prediction turned out.
If contact with a shameless, publicity-seeking, leftist bint was an herbicide, the grass would never grow again on that brave young man’s grave.
Cindy! sure assumes an odd position to take a piss, dontcha think?
By my count, Mother Sheehan’s time is up right about…
the vanity fair pictorial is the exception that proves the rule.
Augh! Avert! Avert!
(crosses fingers)
KUNG FOO HUSTLER!
So “grieving” = “shamelessly exploiting your son’s death for face time on camera and whoring yourself out for phony accolades from leftist propaganda pimps who won’t know your name come next year”?
Who knew?
Watch out Broadway! Here comes CINDY!!!!!
In case anyone didn’t know:
I loathe that woman.
Is that some sort of Leisure suit she’s wearing? I’m gonna go burn all my black clothes right now. sigh.
The terms “spread” and “Cindy Sheehan” should never again be uttered in the same paragraph. EVER.
You know I knew a good stand once. Gatesville, TX… Overlooked a perfect little corn field. And every evening the feeder would pop-on and the most beautiful whitetail buck you ever saw…..
What
The
Fuck
?
Jocasta complex? This is like fetish country now.
Vanity fare.
Rich…I have a couple of stands like that…in Gatesville, TX. Go figure.
And here I was thinking the Cindy! spectacle could not get any more obsene.
Shit. Try to make a point and misspell.
Obscene.
Kind of an odd pose for her. Usually she’s hanging on for dear life to his coattails.
This, though, seems to be a much more authentic pose.
It could be worse folks. She could have posed for Playboy.
….ewwwwww. I can’t even believe I thought of that.
Spread-eagle on her son’s grave? The plot thickens. . .
I think the term is “spread-dove,” Jwebb.
Jeff, for what it’s worth she was also in November’s O: The Oprah Magazine. That one surprised me a little
She still hasn’t bought her son a headstone.
Sorry to ask, but is this taking place in California or anything? Just asking.
Okay, isn’t there some protocol with net names, um…Kelly?
Obviously one of you is big “K” Kelly, and the other is small “k” kelly. I can tell the two of you apart.
Are those just strictly grieving shoes or are they cross trainers if she needs to suddenly be joyful?
Are they air or gel?
Damn fly shoes either way.
Her head looks photo-shopped on.
When I think of all that goes into a photo shoot. The makeup, hair, lighting, and set up, all on the grave of her son.
It truly makes me want to puke.
Surely her family is beyond horrified by now.
Is it just me, or does that look like a poor-to-average Photoshop hack?
Given the length of the shadows, the flower bunch in front of her head should be shadowing her face, but lo and behold, her face is completely illuminated in a golden glow.
Also, the shadow coming off her feet is significantly lighter than that coming off the other tombstones.
And the flowers in front of the tombstone directly behind her don’t seem to be in shadow either.
If they used a fill lighting, it was more than just a camera flash, thus suggesting that this was a staged photo (if it’s a photo at all).
I’ll bet cash she was “dropped” into an idyllic cemetery setting with some creative photo editing.
RWS – her family is long beyond horrified, she practically persona non grata by now.
But that’s okay. You see, she’s got a Whole New Family! They’re named Sharpton and Churchill and Moore and Couric and Hair-in-a-Can and….
And they’ll gather each and every Winter Solstice Saturnalia Festival Week Holiday around Casey’s grave for a nice VF photo shoot and some nice graveside groveling for All The World To See.
Completely spontaneously, of course.
Then they’ll go have lunch.
What a neurotic asshole.
Black: The new white flag.
When will Vanity Fair have a Tookie layout?
Oops…
When will Vanity Fair have a Tookie layout?
Oops…
That’s fucking hysterical.
Carin,
Obviously one of you is big “K†Kelly, and the other is small “k†kelly. I can tell the two of you apart.
Don’t forget I put the accent on the last syllable. And I like long walks on the beach, candlelit dinners and I’m a fool for a good execution song.
And, of course, I’m sick to death that Jeff would tip his hat to the wrong kelly.
You could index: Kelly1 and Kelly2
Or distinguish: Big Kelly or Small Kelly
Or you could fight. In hot oil.
Be creative.
SB: come
let us reason together
and I put the accent on the first syllable so there’s your difference and it’s my name I use it with a capital K. BTW Gallows’ Pole is a good old execution song.
I take solace in the fact that while Christmas is a time of coming together with family, Ms. Sheehan’s antics are likely to make her pretty lonely at Christmas. Do you really think Rev. Sharpton and/or Jesse will be inviting Sheehan over for Christmas dinner ?
What you don’t see is that to the immediate right of the picture frame is none other than the Butterscotch Cowboy, Owen Wilson. He’s tweaking his nipples and licking his lips.
Interesting photo of Sheehan. I wonder if, from that position, she can feel her son turning in his grave.
Of course she does. And it makes her feel dirrrrtyyy…