Erica Jong is issuing threats of blood-in-the-streets revolution. It's enough to make me feel all warm and bitter and clingy inside.
Meanwhile, I woke this morning to an Obama commercial on the TeeWee. Either nobody on the campaign has a sense of irony, or we have a mole in his ad agency. There were multiple (at least two) images of The Man Himself with arm raised rigidly at an approximately 45-degree angle, and it closed with him saying "...and that's how we will emerge from this crisis. As one nation! One people!"
"One leader!" I couldn't help but add.
Jeez. Either that was deliberate, or there are some clueless mofos on Madison Avenue these days. (Then again, Madison Avenue thought that "Virago" was a manly name for a motorcycle, so you never know...)