Barneys Window -- Anti-McCain?

1. She looks like the Crypt Keeper.

Posted at 12:33PM on Oct 24th 2008 by Tina

2. What you fail to mention is that Cindy McCain looks like she has had more plastic surgery than I don't know what! The skin on her face is so tight it looks like is she smiled or showed any emotion it would crack into a thousand pieces. She reminds me of a plastic stepford wife barbie doll! So I think the painting looks just like her!

Posted at 12:35PM on Oct 24th 2008 by stephanie

3. That's what they look like - Michelle can't help it if she much better looking that Cindy...Cindy looks like your typical rich, socialite, all skin and bones, and skeletal. Michelle looks like your average, healthy American woman. Cindy, GO EAT A SANDWICH!!!

Posted at 12:35PM on Oct 24th 2008 by Go Go Obama Jeep

4. That is B.S. TMZ it does look like her!!!! Stop trying to start rumors. All you GOP supporters are always ready to stir things up!!

Posted at 12:37PM on Oct 24th 2008 by WakeUpPeople

5. HELL THEY MADE CINDY LOOK THAT WAY, BECAUSE MICHELE OBAMA HAS THE FACE OF A RABID ROTTWEILER AND THEY HAD TO MAKE THE BITCH LOOK GOOD SOME HOW....MCCAIN/PALIN 08" AND YES I AM BLACK. I VOTE MY CONSCIENCE NOT BY COLOR!

Posted at 12:38PM on Oct 24th 2008 by porshe

6. Don’t Eat the Bad Chocolate: Political Lessons from Childhood

With all the clamoring about due to the impending election, it becomes more interesting by the day to people watch and, more importantly, people listen. Growing by the day are the number of Obama supporters who are quick to proclaim that our battered homeland desperately needs change, and that the complete novice Barry Obama will fit the bill perfectly, since he bases his campaign on ‘change we can believe in.’ It seems that a growing number of our populace are excitably confident that they need Obama as president and that he will satisfy their longing hunger.

This reminds me of a childhood phenomena that virtually everyone can recall, largely in part because it was a lesson that one seems unable to forget. From childhood memories we can easily garner essential political lessons which are applicable within the current political environment.

Do you remember as a child, that time you wanted a snack, perhaps something sweet? You went into the kitchen where mother was cooking and asked her for something to cure your growling tummy. Mom probably said something like, “okay let’s see what we can find.” She opened the pantry doors and you peered in at all the food stuffs that filled the shelves. See might say, “how about some raisins?” To which you would shake your head gently in the negative. She might then say, “how about some oatmeal?” To which you shook your head savagely and proclaimed “yuck!” Then she may have said, “how about some popcorn?” To which you replied, “No mommy, I want some candy!” Mom then would mill around the cans of peas and bags of flour and finally say, “I’m sorry sweetheart, but mommy doesn’t have any candy.” But it was too late. Your eyes had already played a cruel joke on you, perhaps the cruelest of your life up until that moment. You were about to experience something that you would never be able to forget, no matter how hard you would try in the many years that would follow. Your eyes had landed on a big bar of chocolate! It somehow seemed to shine in the florescent light, virtually beaming, calling out for you to try it. Your eyes glazed over and your lil’ tummy rolled with hunger. You were certain that this was just what you wanted. You were certain that this would take care of your craving and without reservation, would satisfy you completely. You had to have it. Nothing else would do.

You screamed as you pointed to the chocolate, “Mommy, Mommy, Chocolate!” Your mother picked up the bar of chocolate and looking at it said, “No sweetheart, you don’t want this.” You began to jump up and down, fists clinched yelling, “Yes I do mommy, that’s what I want, I WANT CHOCOLATE!” Your mother then said, “No you can’t have this.” You stopped and gave her a bit of a scowl, then immediately put on your sad face and tenderly asked, “Please mommy…. Please?”

Your mother then looked down at you and said, “Darling this chocolate is leftover from when mommy made your birthday cake, you won’t like it, it’s bad.” Thinking back to that glorious birthday when you blew out the candles on that chocolate cake, you remembered how good it tasted as you sat there in your little birthday hat with chocolate icing across your cheeks while you smacked your lips as you ate. Mmmmm that tasted goooood. Now you knew you had to have that chocolate. You grew insistent, jumping up and down again, “Please, Mommy, Please?”

Your mother then knelt down and said, “See sweetheart, this chocolate is just for cooking”. Pointing at the label she read, “BAKER’S CHOCOLATE.” You smiled merrily and pointed to it and proclaimed with a giggle, “See mommy, chocolate!” Your mother then said, “You won’t like this chocolate sweetie, it doesn’t have any sugar in it, it’s very bitter, it tastes nasty, it’s badddd chocolate.” You then responded, “No mommy, I love chocolate!” Your mother then retorted sternly, “This chocolate is very bad and it will make you sick.” You then resorted to your greatest weapon of all, the Turbo Temper-Tantrum! You lowered your head, squinted, raised your eyes upwards at her in discontent, took a deep breath and, holding it in, began jumping up and down…. now as a matter of protest rather than excitement. Your mother, being all to familiar with this state of affairs, immediately shot up and looked back down at you in displeasing authoritative fashion. It was suddenly obvious to you that you had struck a nerve with her and you immediately began to fear that she was about to retaliate.

Then suddenly, a smile arose upon her face suggesting that she was, instantly, at one with the universe. She then stretched out her arm with the chocolate resting gloriously in her open hand. As it lay there but inches from your face she said, in a calm yet sinister manner, “go ahead then you little brat…. try it.”

Racing through your mind was the notion that you had gotten your way. You were in charge now and come what may, you were going to have your way. You snatched your prize and began brutally tearing off the wrapping. Tearing and tearing, ripping and ripping. Finally there it was….the dark chocolate you had been dreaming of. You had wanted it. You had gotten it. Now you were about to have it….to taste it!

You opened your mouth extra wide so as to get as big a mouthful as you possibly could. You were intent on the notion that you would eat the entire bar. You felt the texture of the letters resting on your tongue…. B-A-K-E-R. You bit down hard! Feverously you began to chew, your taste buds excited with anticipation of the all satisfying taste of chocolate!

Suddenly you stopped. Your eyes opened wide and then slammed shut…. the taste of the bad chocolate so bitter that your mouth too drew tight. It was SO nasty! SO bad! Essentially it was evil chocolate! You could not even bring your mouth to relax enough to rid yourself of it but had grown far to weary to attempt swallowing. Eventually you managed to open your mouth just enough to allow your tongue to push the nasty chocolate out across your lips, finally freeing yourself of the torture. Then you began incessant spitting so as to completely rid yourself of the bad chocolate.

Finally it had settled in. You had just done the most stupid thing of your life. You now realized that the chocolate, like your mother had warned you, was very, very bad. It was also about that time that something else had dawned upon you. Even though you had purged yourself of the evil chocolate, the taste somehow lingered on. In the years to come, you would eventually realize that you would never be free of the experience. It would become part of your life forever.

Many years later as you find yourself walking down the aisles of the grocery store, your eyes again lock on bars of the bad chocolate laying there on the self in their pool of lies, shortcomings, and false promises. You find yourself instantly transported back those many years past to the kitchen of your childhood home, recalling the terrible mistake you had made on that fateful day long ago. Now you know all there is to know about the bad chocolate. That alone it is bad. It can only satisfy when eggs, sugar and flour are the main ingredients of the mix. Chocolate itself fails to satisfy, fails to do what it promises, fails to achieve anything worth noting. It is bitter, it is lacking, and it is costly. The worst part however is the inability to fully rid one’s self of the experience once you have set yourself upon that course. You can never undo the foolhardy mistake of letting compulsive emotion overcome rational thought.

Listen to your mother, for she is wise. Don’t eat the bad chocolate. You’ll be very, very sorry.



But if you do, be sure to wash it down with some Kool-Aid…..comrade.

Posted at 12:39PM on Oct 24th 2008 by Ron

7. bahahah its cuz that woman DOES look like a ghost!

Posted at 12:41PM on Oct 24th 2008 by AudreeE

8. Hahahahahahahaha!

Like I said in a previous post, "Cindy McCain looks like she's one botox injection away from being carted off and displayed at Madam T's Wax museum in Times Square." Too damn funny!

Posted at 12:43PM on Oct 24th 2008 by Nov. 4th can't get here soon enough

9. an alternative view:

http://www.theweeklydonut.com/index.php/2008/09/07/cindy-might-eat-your-children/

Posted at 12:45PM on Oct 24th 2008 by putin princess

10.
But if you do, be sure to wash it down with some Kool-Aid…..comrade.


Posted at 12:39PM on Oct 24th 2008 by Ron
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Hey Ron -

Why don't you EAT ME! HAAHAHAHA

Posted at 12:46PM on Oct 24th 2008 by I heart Satan, Abortions and Obama the "Terrorist"

11. Ron - too bad you wasted so much time - no one wants to read your lame story...

Posted at 12:47PM on Oct 24th 2008 by Go Go Obama Jeep

12. i understand the need to tough up Michelle Obama in a better light because it must have b een hard she is the uglist black women i have ever seen

Posted at 12:47PM on Oct 24th 2008 by bill

13. Come on.... EVERYONE and EVERYPLACE is biased towards Republicans right now. I'm afraid of how much worse it's going to get when that inexperienced unqualified motivational speaker becomes our president. And if I hear one more time how "beautiful" Michelle Obama is, I'm going to hurl. I think she is rather unattractive, to be honest. And that's politics aside.

Posted at 12:48PM on Oct 24th 2008 by Scotty

14. Hey, Ron - I dunno what kind of backwoods family you grew up in, but when I threw a temper tantrum, my parents didn't give in just to shut me up, they swatted me on the behind and sent me to my room to think about what I did. Maybe your parents ought to have done the same.

And then, relevant to the post: I've done murals before and they're not easy...ESPECIALLY when you're trying to interpret an actual human being's face. I say that the artist just had a time limit and had to rush his work, leaving little time for design. So what? Kudos to the store for attempting bipartisanship.

Posted at 12:49PM on Oct 24th 2008 by DS

15. Michelle will always be my favorite washer woman.

Look, sitck your heads in the sand if you like, but Michelle and her husband are Anti American, White hating Marxist. On top of which, not one of his supporters can name a single accompishment of his.


Because... there are none. You are all voting to absolve your white guilt or for free money. Shame on all you socialist weasels

Posted at 12:52PM on Oct 24th 2008 by JeezLouise