Ex-Powell Aide Criticizes Detainee Effort

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Wilkerson blamed Vice President Dick Cheney, Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld and like-minded aides. He said Cheney must have sincerely believed that Iraq could be a spawning ground for new terror assaults, because "otherwise I have to declare him a moron, an idiot or a nefarious bastard."

Snoopy Taylor: ambassador to Africa

Recently Snoopy Taylor went on an international mission to Africa.
She spead peace and glamor everywhere she went.

She asked to share some photos from her trip.

Great photos at a sucky club.

Recently I discovered that my digital camera can take some pretty cool over-exposed shots.
So on a night out on the town with my friends, after haveing my head shot taken by Nicole Hill (www.nicolephoto.com) I felt the need to get get artistic.

Anthony and Phaedra

The sad part about this story is.. the photos are not a very good interpretation of the level of fabulocity we were expeeriencing. The photos look like we are in one of the best clubs ever.. the reality is that the Upper East Side "Saloon" that we were at had plasma screens all over the place broadcasting footballs games, even directly over the dance floor. This club needs a few pointers.
We ended the night at another East Side club (I don't know why) where I completely harrassed the DJ with my strobe light-like flash. Immediately after this shot we exchanged insane dirty looks.

How dare he stifle an artist at work!!!

Two HILLs in Central Park

Yesterday I dragged out my friends Anthony Istrico and Matt Bonavita to go get some professional headshots done by an incredibly talented photographer.

They had never seen the photographer's work before.. and even though I had sent them Nicole's website (www. nicolephoto.com) they hadn't bothered to take a look. But its nice that they blindly trusted me enough to just go and get their photo taken after they had just gotten off of work at 5am from DJing the night before.

Upon entering Central Park and running towards Bethesda Fountain were we were supposed to meet Nicole, we had to stop and applaud a makeshift puppet show (photo 1). I cheap little boom box was playing HOTEL CALIFORNIA with the Lion as the narrator and the crazy looking yellow guy as the chorus. We couldn't stay to see the rest of the show.. but the 3 minutes we were able to catch.. GENIOUS!!

We finally met up with Nicole and of course I was thrilled that sister Natalie was there with her. We got into some heavy modeling and holy cow did they make us look like a bazillion dollars.

Natalie got into major supermodel mode and the camera LOVES her. (photos 2&3)

I'll post the final shots of Anthony, Matt and myself as soon as I get them.

God PLEASE Save America

Actors' Crafts - November 19

New York’s only fine art and craft fair featuring the work of theatre professionals ACTORS’ CRAFTS will take place Saturday, November 19th (10AM-6PM) in the gymnasium of the Holy Cross School (332 West 43rd Street / Between 8th & 9th Avenues). Produced by Josef Reiter, this event is made possible by the generous support of Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS. Admission is FREE!

The exhibiting artisans are a diverse group of theatre professionals made up of actors, singers, dancers, musicians, stage managers, and wardrobe personnel Not only do they act, sing, dance, play instruments, direct and choreograph, but in their spare time, they paint, photograph, sculpt, make clothing, purses and jewelry, and the list goes on and on. To learn more about the event and participating artists check out their website: www.actorcrafts.com

Snoopy Taylor's Halloween Odyssey

So I plan on catching up on all the blogs tonight, but first I needed to download some amazing photos of Halloween. Who's Snoopy Taylor? My drag alter-ego. Everyone knows that the best way to make up your porn star name or your drag name is to take the name of your pet and add the name of the street you grew up on and viola!! You have your new identity. Mine happens to be Snoopy Taylor. I love it!!

Anywhoo.. the story about Halloween night is an epic tale only for the strong of heart.

It started when I get a call from my friend Yuval David with an invitation to Patricia Fields' Halloween party at the location of her new flagship store on Bowery & Houston.

I got my hands on some cash and I had to go shopping. Snoopy definitely needed some critical items for her outfit.

1 - a new pair of pumps (she broke her last pair in Long Island on Friday)
2 - a new boa (her last one looked like it had an advanced case of the bird flu)
3 - some defrizzing spray for her wig
4 - white opera gloves (the black ones weren't cutting it)
5 - a purse to hold all of her crap

Along the way I found her more jewelry, a fabulous belt and some fake cigarettes to put in her fake cigarette holder.

The race was on.. With several meetings earlier in the day.. I was sure that the costume shops would be a mob scene by the time I got there.

When I did get everything together, I had about 1.5 hours before my gumbas from Staten Island were going to be in the city to go to the Patricia Fields party. I tipped the bartender at Roses Turn in the Wes Village to give me a drink and allow me to go upstairs to change in the cabaret room.

Needless to say.. with the extra time, the major costume upgrade and a full room to change in, Snoopy outdid herself.

When we finally arrived at the HOUSE OF FIELDS for the party.. they didn't have my name on the list.. but who had the balls to tell Snoopy Taylor that she wasn't allowed in. NOBODY!!

But the sad part is.. that within 1.5 seconds, I lost all of my gumba friends.. and I was left to navigate the room and fight for cocktails in painfully high heals.

Luckily I bumped into some other friends and quickly assimilated into their posse. But my wallet was in my friend's car.. so Snoopy had no money to get home. After many photos, celebrity sightings and miles in too high heals we were going to call it a night and I was going home to TriBeCa to sleep at Jeff's house.

When we got to TriBeCa I sat outside Jeff's apartment building for about 20 minutes while Yuval and the others went to pick up some Pakistani food. I sat there.. and then the sprinklers came on.. and that was the straw that broke the drag queen's back. Snoopy was FURIOUS!! Mad at the world she took off her shoes and started walking back to Greenwich Village (about 3 miles) in full drag, on her way back to Rose's Turn she could take off her damn costume and this nightmare.

A non-English speaking angel in the form of a taxi driver saved Snoopy's ass when he picked her up for free and drove her most of the way to the Village.

I got back in my clothes and then had to walk to the Staten Island Ferry with Snoopy in a huge backpack. I'm sure I still had eyeliner on.. and I'm sure that both amused and pissed off everyone on the Staten Island Ferry and everyone I encountered on my way back to my house.

When I finally did get home at 7am, I just collapsed on the bed, boots still on my feet.. and fell immediately asleep.

The next morning I was thinking how it could be that the previous night could be full of so much drama.. yet it was also one of the most fun, and definitely unique, evenings I'd had in years.

The world is waiting for Snoopy Taylor's return!!!