Just in case you didn’t realize that celebrity diplomacy wasn’t utterly devoid of relevancy and totally insane, Sharon Stone adds herself to the long list of Madonnas, Whitney Houstons, and Jason Alexanders:
Stone arrived in Israel on Tuesday for a five-day trip sponsored by the Peres Center for Peace, founded Shimon Peres in 1996 to improve relations with Arabs. It’s her first visit to the Holy Land.
Stone, joined by Peres at a news conference, said she couldn’t solve the ongoing conflict between Israel and the Palestinians, but could use her fame to help encourage peace efforts.
“I would kiss just about anybody for peace in the Middle East,” drawing laughter from a throng of Israeli reporters. She playfully turned down calls to give Peres a peck on the cheek.
Fourteen hundred years of looking for a way to permanently fend off the endless Quranic nightmare of conquest and destruction, reduced to a single act that many wouldn’t even do for a Klondike Bar.
“Would you let kiss Sharon Stone you?”
“No.”
“Would you let Sharon Stone kiss you for a Klondike bar?”
“Hrm… wait a second. On the face? Or…”
I remember someone else who liked to kiss a lot:
All Sharon Stone needs is a shovel and noseplugs, I figure.
Right now I am happy when anyone goes to visit Israel.
The Peres Center for Peace? I would consider this in the same status as the Kevorkian Medical Center.
It’s great that Sharon Stone spends money in Israel, I suppose.
My mental image of Sharon Stone standing there, all puckered up, waiting for a Hamas leader to accept her osculatory peace offering, makes me laugh in derision.