…Deadline! However, I’ll leave you with a bonbon, turned up in my searching the other night. (One of my search terms is “drug.”) It falls under the heading of Our Wonderful Democracy. Ahem:
A candidate against longtime Aspen-area Sheriff Bob Braudis, a drinking buddy of the late author Hunter S. Thompson, says a film he made of himself masturbating should not disqualify him from being sheriff.
He said it is a healthy example of performance art.
He goes on to call it “G-rated” and “less explicit than a beer commercial.”
I watched the last gubernatorial debate for my own civic duty last night. Performance art it wasn’t, and my agony was compounded by the B-movie weirdness of it all. Jennifer Granholm looked like a graduate of the Toastmasters Community College, where she earned a Certificate of Attendance and majored in Hand Gestures. Dick DeVos required me to explain to Kate just what “smarmy” means. At one point, he told a woman in the audience that “I grew up in a family business, too,” as though Amway = a plumbing supplier. Both came across as cheap, insincere hustlers, and I have to pull the lever for one of them in just a few weeks.
Then it rained all night and now it’s gray and gloomy. Matches the mood of pretty much everything.