Posted on 05/02/2005 6:00:13 AM PDT by fight_truth_decay
Who knew? First lady Laura Bush took over the podium from her husband at Saturday night's annual White House Correspondents' Association dinner and knocked 'em dead, keeping Washington's most powerful politicos in stitches as she worked the ballroom like a seasoned stand-up comic.
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Although Washington's movers and shakers laughed at Mrs. Bush's performance, some in the press woke up with a Sunday morning hangover and began to criticize her monologue as immodest at best and downright bawdy at worst.
"Laura Bush cracks risque jokes at the White House Correspondents' dinner," sniffed Agence France-Presse. CNN reporter Elaine Quijano, who attended the dinner, also apparently had her sensibilities scarred by some of the first lady's quips.
"In some respects, I think for some folks it was a little shocking because she kind of crossed the line a little bit in some people's minds," she said.
"It was very risque," the Nation's David Korn said yesterday on Fox News. "I was wondering what the social conservatives and James Dobson had to say about all these jokes that were laced with sexual innuendo. Not a very family-values-type speech. I'm not sure I want to explain a lot of those jokes to my 4-year-old."
Eyebrows were raised by the first lady's bit about the president's ranching skills, which Mrs. Bush said her husband lacked because the elite schools he attended, Andover and Yale, "don't have a real strong ranching program."
She then added: "He's learned a lot about ranching since that first year when he tried to milk the horse. What's worse, it was a male horse."
The crowd howled. The joke, a female Associated Press reporter said, "had women giggling in the bathroom."
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Show us YOUR humor dearie...
She made a terrible mistake.
^^
I would not call it a terrible mistake, but I felt that it was inappropriate for the First Lady to talk this way.
I think the left STILL does not get it. It was an adult night and not about having children present. If this was meant for children and not adults perhaps but it was not and there were not.
The MSM is just upset because it was good.
The only fudy dudies these days are the democrat loosers.
Or someone who has a problem with...the dark side. ;)
Just an observation: you certainly seem to like using the word "whore."
What have I missed since I left?
I LOVE YOUR PROFILE PAGE!!! The link to your church pages are great also.
Thnaks.
I lived in HOuston for 2 years.. miss the area.
May 19th a big day for you also I am guessing?
Hi there lady.. I seem to be hit & miss at Dose and often just hit the pix so have missed you, posts etc. Hope you are well.. think of you often. I know Sunday might present some tears for you.. hugs hon
This whole spring has not been good for me. I do not know why but my daughter and I have been having some bad moments. She said she had never felt Jan's presence more than she had lately. I am still having dreams about her and she always has a big smile, is happy and healthy. Some of them have been really odd, too. We are going up to my mil's for Mother's Day. I felt so bad for a lady I know at church. She came up to me several months ago and wanted to know how Jan was doing and then she realized what she had said.
Can you still do that ?
(i can :-p )
(think that means we're goin' to hell w/Laura ?)
Probably should have gone to WallyT, but you can't expect anyone to remember several hundred posts.
You actually MISS Houston?! LOL LOL LOL!! Im a native and am not too sure I would miss it...well, maybe the really great restaurants and the shopping...but I could easily do without the 5-6 months of solid Heat from Hades (ooops! Guess my moral character slipped a notch!)
Actually, am put out enough with Lucas to think that maybe my money will be better spent on a bootleg copy. I've spent enough money on his franchise. I know I sound bitter and should just enjoy it as mindless entertainment, but I lost confidence in Lucas' ability to tell a story after Ep Two. I just couldn't sympathise with the characters.
thank you for checking out my church. We are teeny tiny, and I am at a loss as to how to get people to attend. I am not entirely sure if the fact that going to church every Sunday is too much of a burden for a lot of the people in our area....or that they are looking for entertainment. We are a highly traditional church, with a catch-22 : we are small and therefore cannot offer some services that people look for, but cannot get those services because very few of us are regular. I am not sure what the problem is, but every one has wracked their brains trying to think of something.
When did you stop being young? This was all satirical comedy at a roast. When does someone suddenly get old in thought? 30, 40? I am blessed that my friends all have a sense of humor. Laughter is the best medicine and people live longer so they report.
Will tell you a quick story: A friend told me of this lady who had her breast removed at a later age in life. She didn't complain; but laughed it off and said she was tired of it hanging in her dough when she baked. (Yes, she had a dress on but yu know what I mean). Now that is when a cup is half full! not half empty!
*winks*
THAT'S hilarious! Because I think Laura was hilarious, I am suddenly a RINO! Because I find humor that she displayed actually non-threatening to my support of conservative principles, I am now a Fallen FReeper!!
What pray tell do YOU think is funny? My guess its at the level of Mr. Rogers. Most conservatives with a sense of humor have graduated beyond that, but I'll accept that some are still grade-school.
Thanks for the belly laugh!
I just got on this thread for the last 200 posts.
you've sneaked back to "24", haven't you, just as I predicted! (ha)
Wish I'd seen the anecdote about your marriage though. It might explain a lot.
Not to sound "freaky" but I really do believe there are connections that transcend death. having been a chaplain & worker with Many deaths & follow up, I know there are facts & situations we cant deny.
Just be open to what is happening and any messages...and be very much at peace.
do not let your heart be troubled...
We Are Seven William Wordsworth (1770–1850) A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little cottage Girl: 5 She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: 10 Her eyes were fair, and very fair; —Her beauty made me glad. ‘Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?’ ‘How many? Seven in all,’ she said, 15 And wondering looked at me. ‘And where are they? I pray you tell.’ She answered, ‘Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. 20 ‘Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the church-yard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.’ ‘You say that two at Conway dwell, 25 And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven!—I pray you tell, Sweet Maid, how this may be.’ Then did the little Maid reply, ‘Seven boys and girls are we; 30 Two of us in the church-yard lie, Beneath the church-yard tree.’ ‘You run above, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the church-yard laid, 35 Then ye are only five.’ ‘Their graves are green, they may be seen,’ The little Maid replied, ‘Twelve steps or more from my mother’s door, And they are side by side. 40 ‘My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem; And there upon the ground I sit, And sing a song to them. ‘And often after sun-set, Sir, 45 When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. ‘The first that died was sister Jane; In bed she moaning lay, 50 Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. ‘So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, 55 My brother John and I ‘And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.’ 60 ‘How many are you, then,’ said I, ‘If they two are in heaven?’ Quick was the little Maid’s reply, ‘O Master! we are seven.’ ‘But they are dead; those two are dead! 65 Their spirits are in heaven!’ ’Twas throwing words away; for still The little Maid would have her will, And said, ‘Nay, we are seven!’
Not to sound "freaky" but I really do believe there are connections that transcend death. having been a chaplain & worker with Many deaths & follow up, I know there are facts & situations we cant deny.
Just be open to what is happening and any messages...and be very much at peace.
do not let your heart be troubled...
We Are Seven William Wordsworth (1770–1850) A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little cottage Girl: 5 She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: 10 Her eyes were fair, and very fair; —Her beauty made me glad. ‘Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?’ ‘How many? Seven in all,’ she said, 15 And wondering looked at me. ‘And where are they? I pray you tell.’ She answered, ‘Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. 20 ‘Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the church-yard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.’ ‘You say that two at Conway dwell, 25 And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven!—I pray you tell, Sweet Maid, how this may be.’ Then did the little Maid reply, ‘Seven boys and girls are we; 30 Two of us in the church-yard lie, Beneath the church-yard tree.’ ‘You run above, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the church-yard laid, 35 Then ye are only five.’ ‘Their graves are green, they may be seen,’ The little Maid replied, ‘Twelve steps or more from my mother’s door, And they are side by side. 40 ‘My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem; And there upon the ground I sit, And sing a song to them. ‘And often after sun-set, Sir, 45 When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. ‘The first that died was sister Jane; In bed she moaning lay, 50 Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. ‘So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, 55 My brother John and I ‘And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.’ 60 ‘How many are you, then,’ said I, ‘If they two are in heaven?’ Quick was the little Maid’s reply, ‘O Master! we are seven.’ ‘But they are dead; those two are dead! 65 Their spirits are in heaven!’ ’Twas throwing words away; for still The little Maid would have her will, And said, ‘Nay, we are seven!’
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