I rode first class back from Ohio to Chicago, it was a cheap upgrade, and there I found a fashion magazine called The Atlantan. It has been years, many years since I read any society pages with interest. Not since I married in fact. And as I checked these out, it made me think that there is some halfway decent chance that my kids wedding would be announced and all that. I would be the frowning hardball industrialist in this imaginary future, letting my kids play in that socialite pool.Who are black socialites and what are they doing?
It's not over til it's over. Some folks are saying that Obama is winning because he lost by a much narrower margin than expected. It's a reverse of South Carolina race wise but not a landslide for Clinton. I'm now just spoiling for a brokered convention and some fistfights on the floor. Issues are really disappearing in this soap opera.
For the first time ever, I watched about 20 minutes of Spanish language TV last night. There was this show called 'Alarma TV'. It reminded me that American journalists generally abide by a policy of not showing dead bodies on TV or in newspapers. The folks on Channel 12 have no such compunctions. The lead story was a woman with 60 inch boobs crushing beercans with them. Not just ordinary beercans, those big Foster's 40s. Astonishing. Next was a dead woman, a victim of domestic violence. They basically rolled the body around showing all of the tortuous things done to her which apparently included busting up her mouth with a bottle of some sort - they pulled glass and teeth out during the segment.
‘We in Denmark cannot figure out why you are even bothering to hold an election.
On one side, you have a b*tch who is a lawyer, married to a lawyer, and a lawyer who is married to a b*tch who is a lawyer.
On the other side, you have a true war hero married to a woman with a huge chest who owns a beer distributorship.
Is there a contest here?’