Justice

I've always thought someone as rich and beautiful and insane and crooked as Imelda Marcos would become even more beautiful with age by sheer force of her pact with the devil, an aura made even more fascinating by her fabulous sense of style and the vast number of her shoes and the international fame she has gotten for her sins, and the fact that she will sing only that one same song for all the occassions of her life.

Here she is in 1954:


And then in the sixties:


And even in the late seventies:



Yet lo and behold, Imelda in 2006:



Note the puffy, sagging face that a million facelifts cannot fix, and the general deterioration of her sense of fashion. She now looks like a retired public school teacher selling shoes.