I’m off to Nashville for the rest of the week. I’ll be too busy to blog, to read blogs or to jump on the next juicy development in Hillary’s climb to the top. Don’t let anything good happen while I’m gone but if it does, email me right away. I have a Blackberry and I’m not afraid to use it.
(Post title taken from a conversation I had the last time I was in Nashville. A helpful person advised me to eat at a local Mom and Pop type place instead of at the fast food burger chain, because "its all lips and A-holes in the meat over there." That’s the kind of counseling that you don’t forget.)
One more before I go:
- And this is good old Washington
- Home of the ass and the clod
- Where the Obama talks only to Kennedy
- And Hill’s got her pants in a wad
"Clinton, clad in scarlet, crossed the aisle between their seats on
the House floor. Sen. Edward M. Kennedy, the Democratic icon who had
endorsed Obama earlier in the day over Clinton, reached out his hand
when she came close. She took it; they shook. Meanwhile, Obama, dressed in a dark suit, had turned away."
(Has anyone seen Uncle Arthur around here lately? Because I’m feeling like I’m in an episode of Bewitched and someone has cast a spell on me to write bad poem puns whenever I read a Hillary headline.I can’t stop myself. Also, it would be a mercy if my source material was not quite so obscure. "Color me peach and black" – is no one here a Prince fan? Or a student of Mayberriana? I’m going to start adding footnotes to explain myself. Maybe a week in the trenches will beat this kind of stuff out of me)