Friday, February 25, 2005


Condi Rice: Dominatrix!

Hey, it's not MY idea!

Blame the Washington Post, the same outfit that wasted ink on criticizing Dick Cheney's parka.

Now they insist on painting the Secretary of State as some kind of Catwoman:

Rice's coat and boots speak of sex and power -- such a volatile combination, and one that in political circles rarely leads to anything but scandal. When looking at the image of Rice in Wiesbaden, the mind searches for ways to put it all into context. It turns to fiction, to caricature. To shadowy daydreams. Dominatrix! It is as though sex and power can only co-exist in a fantasy. When a woman combines them in the real world, stubborn stereotypes have her power devolving into a form that is purely sexual.

I think they may have hit on something here. What would make our lukewarm allies (all a bunch of perverts any way) want to have summit after summit with our State Department more than a leatherclad domina? They would be eating out of her hands, possibly quite literally. She could be harsh and unyielding, and they would submit like the pathetic worms they are, and keep coming back for more.

Of course, it could have the unfortunate side effect of creating a whole new army of evil geniuses, who threaten to, say, take over England. This was the constant problem on the Avengers: madmen would concoct some crazy scheme that allegedly endangered the western world, but it was all a ruse to get Emma Peel or Cathy Gale to come over and kick their butts with a stiletto heel. Of course, only after being tied up in a kinky catsuit.

Yes, this is brilliant. What better way to advance the Bush administration's goal: World Domination?!

Update: Mistress Malkin has a roundup.

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