Tea-Baggers and Town-Hallers In My 'Hood!
Stuff has happened. I've been preoccupied with a family emergency. My 1995 Infinity J-30 suddenly proved not to live up its name. 14 years and 99,000 is not my idea of infinity. I'm trying to convene a death panel, but Trophy Wife wants to keep Jay around on life-support for another six months. Ballou, my Trophy Doberwoman has trashed the the back seats, rendering Jay unsaleable. But this week, Jay has been diagnosed as being undependable. For me, Jay has been a beautiful British racing green companion - up until yesterday. But today, she is a clunker waiting to clunk. Cash for Clunkers, is what I say: you get zippo for a clunk.
But things meanwhile, things are happening!
I recognize the people in these shots, and they're beautiful!
I'm told the local crowd in favor of single-payer healthcare outnumbered the shills for for-profits, 8-1!