What to do about the mother grizzly bear that attacked three Montana campers this week?
How about we fly her in to Chelsea Clinton's wedding and let her feed?
Three million dollars to shackle, um, pledge yourself to another person? I'm sorry, usually I'm live and let live when it comes to making a spectacle of oneself, but, really. This is insane, not to mention a tad shameful. Not just because Chelsea's parents are SUCH exemplary examples of the institution of marriage themselves, but because in these hard economic times, how wise is it for one of our Demobratic senators to cavalierly fling around that much taxpayer cash on what basically amounts to a bunch of flowers, champagne, and some mullet-headed, crap 80's tribute band?
Not to mention one over-the-top bit of flounce and poofery known as the wedding dress, which if you want to get all feminist ethological about it, can be seen as nothing more than yet another sanctioned commodification of the female form, only this time into a de-sexed, prepubescent bit of gift wrapping nevermindthatitsoscardelarenta and shouldn't Hilary, given her street cred, be offended by that?
I say: stick a bowtie on the grizzly and let her run wild in Rhinebeck.
