I wouldn't "give" Hillary anything but the White House kitchen, except she's not skinny enough nor fat enough to be in charge of food. Can't eat that healthy--her face says "cheeseburger; but's that just it, too--her face also doesn't say "BBQ".
from an email sent to me this morning:
The only "hope" I have now is that he's just saying what he needs to to appease the most powerful lobby in the country (world?), and that when he gets into office, he'll act more in accordance with his earlier rhetoric.
While I'm *hoping* and dreaming, I'd like to see Ron Paul as Sec of Defense (reaching across the isle) and DK as Sec of Peace (finally, a Dept of Peace), Hillary can have Education, Jim Hightower as Sec of Ag, and how about someone like Paul Hawken (or better, Willie!) as Sec of Energy?
I admit I quit paying attention to much politics recently. Only enough so This Modern World, Troubletown, and Jon Stewart are still funny. Too busy trying to re-invent my life as an artist to get sucked in.
Cuz as the sticker on the fridge the boys at Thunderclouds plastered states, "I've lost track of what I'm supposed to be afraid of."
But no, I get sucked in anyway, cuz David Van Os wants to run for Texas Democratic Party Chair. Who can say no to that?
No?
And will someone please tell me once and for all if the shrill embarrassment of "unity"--like look, the only thing she wants to "unite" is the red and black of her checkbook--CONCEDED or SUSPENDED?!
Diamonds and pearls, people. Only a bitch answers "both". There was huge opportunity for talking about how either workers are abused: some to death.
I'd only wear turquoise--that's a much more American answer. Or how about amber, for history? Or how about melting all the ugly new nickels into a crown for her? If you took ALL of them for this, it still wouldn't weigh anything, as there's nothing in that coin.
Anyway, I'm digressing to the point I decided to watch Jon Stewart instead of write this crap:
And now I think I'll paint and keep you hanging for Part Two: Richie's Real Good at Claiming Someone Else's Work as His Own.
