Oh, and another thing…
I’m watching the Sunday talk shows yesterday and Stephanopoulos is interviewing Queen Rania of Jordan about the bombing suspect that they had just captured. George asks:
“whoa, a WOMAN was going to blow herself up - is that some crazy shit or what?”
Rania: Yes, these are very bad people.
George: Yeah, but, a WOMAN?
Rania: uhhhh, I don’t follow…
George: If you had had a chance to sit down with this crazy lady for a heart-to-heart chat before the bombing took place, what would you have said to her to try to talk her out of it?
Rania: Oh, I dunno, George, I guess I would have popped “how Stella Got her Groove Back” into the VCR, got out the kleenexes and chocolates, and just, you know, talked to her, uterus to uterus, about what it means to be a slave to your own hysterics. And then we would have done each other’s nails, and then had “shopping therapy” to cure our silly anger problems. Are you effin’ kidding me? I would have buried that murdering lunatic so deep inside our darkest prison that she would have thought she’d mistakenly climbed up her own asshole. What the fuck do I look like?
OK, I may be paraphrasing a little bit, and she didn’t actually dress him down as she should have - but wouldn’t it have been great if she had? She’s a freaking ruler, not Oprah. *sigh* I’m a little down in the dumps, time for some shopping therapy!