Nom Dieu! Je suis désolé, you know? It could not be helped. I have been away. My headstrong half brother, Bernie Ernesto, had bolted from the Nader campaign and was arrested in Paris trying to micturate on the Olympic torch from a rooftop along the Seine and I was forced to fly from the Clinton campaign in Oregon last week to see to his release, a difficult proposition considering that when he saw me he began to howl about the two party system in United States; the candidates’ milquetoast stand on human rights.
It did not end well in Harrisburg, either, I am afraid to say. It turns out that in these smaller metropolitan enclaves the hiring of professional bar staff is prohibitive and the grad student bartender, apparently pursuing a Masters in Social Work at Temple, took great umbrage at Margaret’s comments w/r/t Senator Obama. Both were removed from the bar by local police, each still howling at the either for the definition of ‘change.’
I have rejoined the campaigns. Et vous prêt?
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