Flying over the United States is such an intense experience for me, especially at night. I imagine what life is like in every hamlet, town and city I fly over. The waitress, the truck driver, the CEO, the housewife, the high school student, the drug addict, the grandmother and on and on and. I wonder what life is like in that house, in that apartment building, in that neighborhood, in that ranch. Would would my life be like there? And what a great and fascinating country we have, 300 million people chasing happiness and trying to figure out what that looks like. The idea that I'm told, as a member of the liberal media elite--not to mention gay, HIV+ and an ex-con, that I'm less of a "real" American because I love her enough to criticize her--well it's the most unamerican thinking I've ever heard. I say Michelle Bachman and her ilk should migrate to Alaska with all the other "real" Americans, and they can declare the monarchy of the Palins. They can rename the state "Real America" and we need never hear from them again except to laugh at them on SNL and Letterman.
What I don't get is why the precipitous drop in the price of oil is not having any effect on the economic meltdown. Isn't this the equivalent of a giant economic stimulus package, putting billions in the pockets of the consumer just when she needs it?
I had a dream about a Hottie McHott Hot last night, and I remember his face and his body quite well. Can this be the fates preparing me for someone I'm about to meet? We're at Billy's condo in Boston, and leaving for Provincetown shortly. (Isn't it weird when you visit someone and they don't have any coffee? Talk about unamerican! I may have to report him.)
MCO 2008
What I don't get is why the precipitous drop in the price of oil is not having any effect on the economic meltdown. Isn't this the equivalent of a giant economic stimulus package, putting billions in the pockets of the consumer just when she needs it?
I had a dream about a Hottie McHott Hot last night, and I remember his face and his body quite well. Can this be the fates preparing me for someone I'm about to meet? We're at Billy's condo in Boston, and leaving for Provincetown shortly. (Isn't it weird when you visit someone and they don't have any coffee? Talk about unamerican! I may have to report him.)
MCO 2008
My God! An American house without java for your soul and biological functioning! I would be more concerned about that than the ultimate fates of the Michelle Bachman's and Caribou Barbies of this great land!