06 September 2005

Come The Revolution, Barbs

Then she added: “What I'm hearing, which is sort of scary, is they all want to stay in Texas. Everyone is so overwhelmed by the hospitality.

And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this—this (she chuckles slightly) is working very well for them.”

. . . I'd be hiding my sorry Republican ass, were I you. Sigh. Where are Huey and Bobby, those gutsy, scary kids . . .

I know! Let's leave Barbs in the Astrodome with all them chucklin' darkies!

I don't know, this kind of noblesse oblige crap just bites my ass. About as cut off from real life as Marie Antoinette—and not remotely as interesting.

COMMMENTS

annie 10:04:00 PM

i still don't eat quaker oats, thanks to babs. an uncanny resemblance, ya think?

revolution indeed.