What rope line?
Posted on 03/11/2015 6:29:48 PM PDT by doug from upland
"No Ugly or Fat People on the Rope Line!" Remembering a Visit by Hillary Clinton
The Place: Panama.
The Date: 1997.
The Event: Visit by First Lady Hillary Clinton to attend the Conference of Spouses of Heads of State and Government in the Americas (AKA, First Ladies of the Americas Summit).
Holding the Bag: The Diplomad
I was reminded of the above event in Panama by a news story out a couple of days ago reporting on a Hillary Clinton event in Miami. It seems that her security personnel seized the camera from a member of audience and deleted a picture taken of her. It reminded me of the sort of demands we got from Hillary's staff.
First Lady of the USA (FLOTUS) Hillary Rodham Clinton was coming to Panama to participate in the First Ladies of the Americas Summit. The Embassy, of course, got tasked with working with FLOTUS staff to prepare her visit. Yours truly, at the time, Minister Counselor for Political and Economic Affairs, got tagged with taking the point in dealing with that staff.
Her staff proved unbelievably arrogant and ignorant. They had zero interest in Panama, and only went along to see some sites because they had to do so. We had been told FLOTUS wanted activities after the "summit" that would strengthen US-Panama relations. The staff had no interest in the long US-Panamanian relationship, had no interest in the Canal, or in the very well run Panama Canal Museum. In the end, they decided that FLOTUS should do "something with Indians, you know, Indians." They decided that she should have a photo-op at an Indian village reading to the kids and telling them about the importance of an education. The whole silly thing nearly came off the rails when the staff insisted that FLOTUS have secure telephone communication everywhere she went, including in the Indian village. I remember asking one staffer, "Why does she need secure commo? Is she going to be calling in the B-52s?" That did not endear me to the staffers, but in the end they had to give up the demand because of cost.
We set up an absurd visit to a semi-fake Indian village just outside of the capital. Her people decided that the village, located in the jungle, did not look "jungly enough." They went and rented huge numbers of big plants and had them trucked into the village to make it look more "jungly" for the video of Hillary reading to Indian kids.
Now, what reminded me of all this when I read about her security grabbing a camera in Miami? FLOTUS staff made it clear to us, and the Secret Service agents confirmed, that Hillary did not want anybody getting closer than ten feet to her -- including her security--and that nobody should ask for autographs. I took offense at that, and noted to her staffer, "Our people are professionals. They see a lot of celebrities. Nobody is going to ask for an autograph."
Well the visit happened; HIllary decided to have a "rope line" at the airport so that as she was leaving she could shake hands with some of the people from the Embassy who had made her visit possible. A female staffer approached me the day before, and sheepishly began talking about the "sort of people" Hillary wanted in her pictures. She said that the pictures should have a "certain look." She kept beating about the bush re the rope line, and suddenly a light went on in my dim brain, "She doesn't want fat or ugly people in her pictures, right?" The staffer nodded. I said, "OK, I'll be sure to pass that on."
Of course, I didn't, but I did make sure one old ugly guy was not at the departure ceremony, me.
OK, more serious stuff a bit later on.
“Ya know, she’s lookin’ pretty haggard these days.”
I’ve seen two pics of her in the last couple of days that definitely qualify as “deer in the headlights.”
She is on thin ice and about to fall thru - and she knows it.
What rope line?
Eyebleach, EYEBLEACH!!!
The no-below-the-waist memo went out mere nanoseconds after that pic was uploaded.
Talk about “body by Mack Truck and legs by Steinway”!
Ack! Honey Boo Boo’s real mother!
There is always a fat, ugly person in pictures of her - always has been.
You have a beautiful grandaughter......almost as beautiful as mine. :-)
(Where on earth did the years go?)
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“You know the thing about a shark, he’s got...lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll’s eye.”
If she were smarter, she would have asked for the opposite. Standing next to a bunch of ugly people would have made her look better by comparison. Instead, she guarantees that she is the ugliest person in the picture.
To the contrary, they emulate her every arrogant, evil, manipulative attribute and give each other gold stars for how well they do.
Ha ha. I'll bet yours is beautiful. I don't usually post family photos but that one has been fun.
Where indeed did the years go? Indeed my granddaughter is still pretty but living in the land of fruits and nuts has been an eye opener. She got married last year, is being shoved out of her apartment. It's a duplex on the market for over $1M, nice view, kind of a vintage home.
I don't know why they have to get out. I think she keeps their unit nice and they have one of those exotic cats, a pretty one, not one of those skinny crinkly fur ones.
I don't know. I am OLD. And nobody would take my picture with Hillary because nobody takes my picture if I can help it! My kids have double crossed me a couple of times and I get MAD!
Ok, I agree there but don’t you think she looks dirty? I don’t think she bathes much.
Someone on this forum knew SS agents from the Clinton era. He said they used to call her “stinky” when she was coming around.
That Jan Psaki always looks like she hasn’t showered in days. Usually has greasy looking hair and looks unkempt.
Lib thing probably.
Yeah, old hippy behavior.
Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clear to the bone.
Redd Foxx, I think?
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