Oh dear. The presidential elections are only a few months off and I have done little campaigning. To plug myself. What with McCain flapping his mouth all over the airwaves calling us "my friends" every 5.67 seconds and Obama stumbling and bumbling like some codependent mother assuring us that no, we're not in fact lazy ass crybabies who should work harder and quit spending what we don't have, but victims, victims of a terrible mishandling of the big bad economy by the big bad Republitards, well. A girl just doesn't know how to dress for that shit. Much less open her mouth to once again, le sigh, tell them both they have it all wrong.
But, I have come up with a campaign theme song! Okay, so it's very Nineties Lite, but it was either Cracker or something by Ministry.
I know the posts these days are as thin as glaze on a Bundt cake, but I ain't got no gooberment loan and no one sends a check from home so guess what? I gotta work. My you-know-what off. I promise longer, more pithy observations on fascists and fall shoe fashions by the end of next week when my book's in the bag.
P.S. What the world also needs now is another folk singer like I need a hole in my head. But that's another song.