Hillary Clinton & Mel Gibson

I recently wrote a song for a Twinpop duo. They’re twins. It was a perfect introduction to the world of writing pop music. I coined the phrase “default to thug.” When in doubt, shout ebonically. The song is about love, at least I think it is. There are only twenty words, repeated for the better part of three and a half minutes.

 

I don’t know if I like Barack Obama because I’m young, or he’s black. The third option, a pure hatred of Hill, has only come about recently. I can’t remember the last time a family fell from my good graces as fast as the Clinton’s have. Hell, I even listened to Bill read his ridiculous memoir. All 12,000 pages of it. Actually, I do remember the last time I turned on someone so quickly: Mel Gibson.

 

Unlike Tom Cruise, who I loathe but continue to enjoy his body of work, I cannot bring myself to watch Mel in a movie anymore. Even Braveheart. My new least favorite Times columnist, “Billy” Kristol, mentioned “culturally conservative” voters as having problems voting for Barack Obama. My next post will be as many euphemisms for “racist idiots” I can think of. Ethnically restricting. I am accepting submissions.

Sorry for the extended absence. It shouldn’t happen again.