200 Years, and All for Naught
Yesterday, Elizabeth had told us all that she wanted to speak briefly about what she perceived to be a problem of horrendous proportions within this scrofulous administration. First, her husband, Schuyler, who usually mixes our cocktails, was busy mixing a Conmemorativo, which oddly enough, had its beginnings in London. It is a cocktail meant for slow, appreciative sipping, made with only the premium, aged Conmemorativo tequila, simple syrup and lime wedges. Tonight, we thought we'd all need one, as Elizabeth seemed as troubled as she did yesterday. First, she apologized to women everywhere and begged their indulgence. Talking about, or against, some women, she said can be a pretty touchy subject, and she meant no insult to good, powerful, successful women throughout the world.
Elizabeth mentioned to us all that her problem was not with women and their historically assigned stereotypes, though of course it's impossible, for some, to talk about generalities without misdirecting some people to stereotypes. Primarily, Elizabeth said, she could hardly believe the difference between the ladies who stood by our previous administrations, and the ones who are sleeping with the enemy today, 200 years later. One thing that bothered her was the roles of stereotypes. While the world would be a better place if more men were kind, gentle and nourishing, perhaps because it's a cultural thing, Elizabeth said, we ascribe those attributes more to women than to men; we don't ascribe to women the insatiable desire to go out and enable those blood-thirsty torturers Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Myers, Gonzales and Addington, plus of course, the swinish Rove and slithering Scooter Libby.
There's A Dragon Lady On The Scene, And Her Name is Legion
Well, we knew immediately where this was going. We sipped our cocktails slowly, and we just let ourselves absorb what Elizabeth was telling us. She told us she had this feeling that terrorizes her, that this administration has been infiltrated wholly by shockingly evil women. She said that any woman who turned a blind eye to the evil that her husband is involved in is equally evil. Complicity is implicit in keeping silent. The Reverend Martin Niemoller can attest to that. To support your husband in deeds so dark and evil that it's becoming difficult to bring them all to light, makes you just as evil, and Elizabeth said, in her normal, quiet, gentle way, she couldn't understand how these women could continue to crawl under the sheets with their putrid husbands. Quel stomach, she said. Unfortunately, Elizabeth said she found a good comparison between the mousey librarian Laura Bush and Eva Braun, Hitler's mistress/maybe wife, and between Lynn Cheney and Benito Mussolini's mistress Claretta Petacci. Both Braun and Petacci must have had the stomach of a gorilla to be able to crawl under those beds' sheets.
Other women whose integrity and patriotism Elizabeth put in question tonight were the ladies of the dark, Harriet Miers and Condoleezza (Condosleazza, to the world) Rice, both of whom have been co-authors of Bush and Cheney's torture documents and policies. Both of them, and not slavishly by salivatingly, encouraged Alberto Gonzales and David S. Addington in the preparation of documents approving of the use of torture and rendition. Schuyler joined in for a second, proclaiming that even when we slaughter our animals for food, there's nothing as filthy on the gut wagon as these women. Miers and Rice can only be compared to repulsive Hermann Goering's wife Carin, leaving us only with Barbara Bush, who could have given birth to any of the above and suckled them fondly at her withered witch's tit.
Sweet Sound, The Dinner Gong
Some of the boys, exhausted from football practice, but blessedly freshly bathed, made it known that their tolerance tonight with politics would have some limits, and that their poor, tired bodies needed food, preferably wonderful food. It's a treasure, to be surrounded by teenagers who look forward to good meals, not hamburgers, so we gladly obliged and began serving dinner.
Cathy and Barry's wife Kim teamed up on the appetizers, and served us Eggplant and Chèvre Crostini which were quite spicy, but not bitingly hot with spice. For these appetizers, they poured a wonderful Chimney Rock Fumé Blanc from the Napa Valley. Do you know what it's like, knowing that one good dish is just going to lead to another and then another? Well, it's o.k., it's about the only way we're spoiled; days are for hard farm and ranch chores, year-round, but our evenings are for good conversation and excellent food and wine. They served us small glasses of medium-dry Madeira, Verdelho, from Blandy's.
Max and Charlotte prepared Whole Roast Sea Bass that they prepared with Patsy's Extra Virgin Olive Oil and Gaeta olives. With the plates garnished with perfect new potatoes and roasted mushrooms, they paired the Sea Bass with 2003 Dry Creek Chenin Blanc. Tonight, Max and Charlotte used both the roasting pans we have from Le Creuset and those we have from Viking. Some night, we hope they tell us which roasting pans produced the easiest path to their perfect roast sea bass. Instead of the small dollops of sorbet we usually have between the fish and meat dishes, they served us small cubes of Guava jelly, which was an interesting change.
Max and Barry helped each other out to prepare tonight's hearty, welcome Beef Stew. Accompanying the stew, Max and Barry served beautifully grilled vegetables: pearl onions, bell peppers, cherry tomatoes and cubed eggplant. Though time-consuming to prepare, proper planning makes it a snap, and everybody was more than satisfied.
Winding Down
After this hearty, succulent dinner, we decided not to have dessert, and took our after-dinner coffee in the great room with the teenagers. They too seemed to have been really pleased with dinner. As big as the large dining room is (it comfortably seats sixteen couples) it isn't big enough to seat the adults and the children, for which we're really sorry, so having coffee with the kids is at least one way to share at least part of our dinner with them. They're all great, hard-working kids, but they probably don't mind having their own dining area as much as we do. After coffee, everybody headed home, right after our quote queen, Liz, told us what Benito Mussolini had once said: "If the nineteenth century was a century of individualism, it may be expected that this will be the century of collectivism, and hence the century of the State." Scary, huh? She said, but not as scary as what William L. Shirer said in the New York Times on December 29, 1969: "Perhaps America will one day go fascist democratically, by popular vote." Thanks, those of you who have twice gotten Bush into this newly filthy White House.
Summary:
Never thought women could be as dastardly and sadistic as men, but they have overrun the White House. Never thought they would lend their stamp of approval on torture and condone barbaric behavior in their husbands and beloved "bosses." Fine examples of republican women, the Bush women, La Rice, Cocoon Eyes Miers, and Poor White Trash Lynne Cheney.
