Cindy, Cindy, Cindy.
Where to start?
Well, let's start by repeating the simple fact that if you're eating vanilla ice-cream with a bit of coffee and guzzling protein shakes, then you aren't on any kind of fast.
Diet -- maybe. Fast -- no.
Also, if you travel to Jordan and break your fast -- even if you think you were tricked into it -- once you break your fast, you don't get to keep claiming that you're fasting. It doesn't work that way.
Bearing these facts in mind, let us take a look at the wonders that Mama Moonbat has pulled off this time:
First off, we get this breathless bit of prose from Fox News. Do note, Gentle Reader, paragraph four. In particular, this sentence regarding her stay in Seattle on Thursday:
"On doctors orders, she ate for the first time in about 37 days, Burns said."
Codswallop. Cindy "The Parasite" Sheehan already admitted to breaking her fast in Jordan. In fact, she claims to have been tricked into eating.
Anyhoo, do note that she was in Seattle Thursday, was treated and released from an Emergency Room, after being ordered to eat and apparently eating.
(Guess that pizza dinner with Cynthia McKinney didn't count. Bad 'Dog!, Bad, bad 'Dog!)
So. She gets turfed out of the Seattle ER, bippity-bops her fluff-bunny little self down to Texas, leading to this by-line from the above Fox News story:
"WACO, Texas — Anti-war demonstrator Cindy Sheehan was hospitalized Friday evening for dehydration and exhaustion after fasting for more than a month and protesting earlier this week in 100-degree weather, friends and relatives said."
The horror! The shame! Poor sainted ... hey! Wait-just-a-squirrel-hiding-minute -- she's been eating pizza! She's been eating vanilla ice-cream! She blamed the Iraqis for tricking her into breaking her fast in Jordan! Some ER in Seattle made her eat! Where the hell does anyone get off selling that "fasting for a month" crap?
Oh, right. People fell for the bushwa. Damn it.
"But, LawDog," I hear you say, "She wound up in the hospital in Texas because of the diet. Give her a break."
Good point. Being rushed to a hospital again is no ... she checked herself in?
Checking yourself in doesn't sound like the language a reporter would use to describe the intake process for a person in an emergency situation. Are they sure...
Minor gynecological procedure?
Ew! Ew! Ew! Bad mental image! Oh, God, my eyes! The horror, the unfathomable horror...
Okay. Courage. Whoo.
While trying not to mentally associate "Cindy Sheehan" and "gynecological procedure" let us ponder as to what the hell kind of hospital is going to perform -- get back here, you coward! -- a ... procedure ... of that sort on an emergency patient complaining of dehydration, exhaustion, and (har, har) starvation.
Answer? The same hospital that would turf her out Sunday afternoon. In other words -- no hospital worth its malpractice policy.
Friday evening to Sunday afternoon. Minor gynecological procedure for a biopsy and to stop bleeding.
Give me a break.
You want to know my prognosis?
Cindy Sheehan and her Pathetic Pink Putzes weren't news anymore. Going cold-turkey from publicity isn't something that Cindy "The Ghoul" Sheehan is prepared to do.
And why should she go cold turkey, when she can take a routine -- probably scheduled -- medical procedure and bump it into a "major" news story with some bushwa press releases and some properly under-stated drama? Thereby returning to her much-beloved limelight?