My journal has always been public because I never figured that anyone who didn't know me would be halfway interested in reading about my life. I was apparently mistaken. It's like being famous, but with none of the benefits! And I didn't feel like censoring myself for anyone, so this journal is now mostly friends only. If I ever have something fairly impersonal, it'll probably be public. If you want to see the rest of the boringness and have an LJ account, just comment here requesting an add, chances are excellent that I will add you. To those back home without accounts who used to read this, sorry.

It's easier to suffer comments about California not having seasons gladly when it's not my fourth day in a row putting long johns on under my jeans to scrape ice of my windshield and drive to work in thirty-something degree temperatures at 10 am, past snow-covered low hills, hoping to hit a peak in the mid-forties at the heat of the day.

Bitches, that is a season, and it's called winter, and if we're getting it at nearly sea level in a coastal climate in late autumn, and if, while not our average long-term experience, it's not uncommon either, that means we have seasons here. Winnipeg we ain't, and you'll get no argument from me about that, but we aren't fucking Cancun.

I'm sadder than I ever thought I would be about Michael Jackson.

In the last, oh, 10 years when his whole life became a twisted circus in which he was making an obvious physical, emotional, artistic, and psychological decline, the whole Michael Jackson phenomenon became a train-wreck that was just to painful to be looked at. And I think, during that time, I forgot what I huge fan I used to be.

When I found myself bawling in front of my computer while watching the youtube video of The Jackson 5's "Never Can Say Goodbye" (seriously, watch it, and I defy you not to tear up when that beautiful, now departed little boy sings "Even though the pain and heartache seem to follow me wherever I go...Never can say goodbye"), I remembered my treasured little vinyl records and cassettes, and the VHS of the "Thriller" video and making-of documentary my mom bootlegged for me, and the excitement of staying up late to watch the premiere of the "Black or White" video on Fox, and the list goes on and on.

When I really think about it, though, my feelings of sadness are for the loss that the world really experienced in 2005 when he went into seclusion, and the late nineties when he became grotesquely unrecognizable, and the early nineties when his suspended and apparently permanent state of childhood was exposed to the world, and even all the way back to his childhood when the seeds of all of this were planted. The tragedy of losing Michael Jackson has been a decades-long, gradual tragedy, and what I think I really feel about his recent actual death is relief. Relief that his sadly broken life is over and he can have some peace.

He may have been crazy. He may have molested children. He may have been body dysmorphic, drug addled, or delusional. We'll never know, and any claims that we ever can know one way or the other are patently false and misleading. What we can know is that he was a deeply sensitive and phenomenally talented person who was destroyed by his family, his management, and his fame, and whatever else he may or may not have done, that's something to be mourned; the Michael Jackson that could have been versus the Michael Jackson that was.

The consolation is that what I really believe will be remembered 5, 10, 20, 50, 100, 200 years from now (and no, I don't think that's an exaggeration) is his body of work. I really do believe that, in the end, posterity will be kinder to him than we were.

If one has a pair of gold-colored (not actual gold) earrings that are kind of a dark/warm/goldenrod color gold, what might one do to fade them to a paler gold? Would soaking them in baking soda and water do anything? I don't want to do anything that would ruin them, but I really want to get them lighter. Thoughts?

According to a Canadian law that went into affect yesterday, I may now be a Canadian citizen (or have eligibility to become one).

The law is a little fuzzy as to how it applies to second generation people born abroad (one bullet point says you are eligible if born after 1977, another says you're not), but long story short, from 1948-1977, natural born Canadian citizens who took on citizenship of other countries had to relinquish their Canadian citizenship. Both of my grandfathers (one still living, one deceased) were born in Canada and became U.S. citizens in the 50's. This means that both of my parents became Canadian yesterday (first generation children born abroad are automatically eligible).

When it gets to me, it gets a bit fuzzy. One bit said that I am eligible since I was born after 1977 but am not yet 28, but I must apply for a certificate and my parents may need to officially register first. Another bit said I'm not eligible because I was born after 1977. Go figure. Some special exceptions may also apply to me because my paternal grandfather was a Mennonite, and there were some specifically funky things that happened to Canadian Mennonites who emmigrated.

I'll have to send in a form, though, because I would love to be a Canadian citizen. The funny thing is that the Canadian national anthem has always been one of my favorites, and I know all the words and sing it at all of the hockey games to counteract all of the douches who boo it (seriously, if one of your star players grew up in a town called Moose Factory, you should probably not boo "Oh, Canada"). It could be my anthem soon!

Despite having been a big fan for pretty much as long as I can remember, if Madonna absconds with/buys another African baby with living family, I may just have to boycott her enjoyable and highly danceable musical stylings.

Ganked from circumlocutory

"Even if YOU don't know what faith you are, Belief-O-MaticTM knows. Answer 20 questions about your concept of God, the afterlife, human nature, and more, and Belief-O-Matic™ will tell you what religion (if any) you practice...or ought to consider practicing."

You can take it here: http://www.beliefnet.com/Entertainment/Quizzes/BeliefOMatic.aspx

My matches:

1. Unitarian Universalism (100%)
2. Liberal Quakers (94%)
3. New Age (91%)
4. Neo-Pagan (85%)
5. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (83%)
6. Secular Humanism (78%)
7. New Thought (75%)
8. Scientology (74%)
9. Mahayana Buddhism (72%)
10. Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (71%)
11. Taoism (69%)
12. Reform Judaism (69%)
13. Baha'i Faith (66%)
14. Theravada Buddhism (56%)
15. Orthodox Quaker (54%)
16. Sikhism (53%)
17. Hinduism (51%)
18. Nontheist (44%)
19. Jainism (43%)
20. Orthodox Judaism (37%)
21. Islam (31%)
22. Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (31%)
23. Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (30%)
24. Seventh Day Adventist (25%)
25. Eastern Orthodox (22%)
26. Roman Catholic (22%)
27. Jehovah's Witness (14%)

I try not to be terribly partisan. I think there are some interesting Republican politicians with good ideas, and I think there are a whole bunch of Democrat hacks who are completely entrenched in th broken process and out of touch with the American people. It's why I don't have party affiliation.

But sometimes there are these moments of sheer idiocy where it's like...man. Only a Republican.

This is not to say that Republicans are idiots. It's to say that there are certain brands of idiocy that are distinctive to some members of certain ideological groups.

Take statements made this week by Rep. John Boehner of Ohio, the House Minority leader. When discussing the economic stimulus plan proposed by President Obama, Mr. Boehner remarked, "$200 million for contraceptives — how is this going to fix an ailing economy?"

I am not making this shit up.

Now, even if you want to assume that Mr. Boehner isn't familiar with the Congressional Budget Committee's 2007 findings that funding for more comprehensive contraception options would offer a net savings at the federal level of $500 million, you still have to ask yourself...

What fucking planet does this man live on?

Apparently not this one, where having and raising a baby is a rather expensive proposition, prohibitively so for people who already can't afford reliable contraception, or people who have lost their jobs and/or home and/or savings.

But really, we know what planet Mr. Boehner lives on. He lives on Planet Stereotypical Conservative Republican Guy. It's a very special planet where anything that happens to a precious unborn child after it emerges from the womb is of no interest or importance to anyone.

I know a lot of people are trying to lose weight right now, and I know a lot of people aren't interested in hearing about weight loss right now, so this post is not about weight loss, but it does contain a few recipes that I've been using/developing lately that are really good and relatively easy and happen to be pretty healthy.

I don't use a lot exact measurement when I cook, but in these recipes, that doesn't matter too much.

1. Zucchoodles
(Keith named these.)

I was peeling zucchini once (I don't remember why, I pretty much always cook it skin on), and I realized that the vegetable peeler made these perfect, firm ribbons. So I tried ribboning off the whole zucchini, and it worked, making about 6" long "noodles" of zucchini (often,the middle of the zucchini gets weakened till it breaks, but you can make short ribbons from the remaining halves).

I didn't want to boil them like regular pasta because of how mushy zucchini can get if overcooked or cooked wet, so I just sauteed them lightly in olive oil and some salt, pepper, and seasonings (you can select the seasonings based on your meal, but I really like tarragon and a little garlic), and they were perfect. As long as you don't overcook, they stay nice and firm and you can use them as a stand alone side, or under sauce, or any way you'd use pasta noodles.


2. Romescu Sauce

I heard this sauce described on a travel show and pretty much made it up as I went along. It turned out really well, and is fantastic on seafood and pizza (I like to make a quick whole wheat dough, shape it into shells, and freeze them between sheets of wax paper for the sake of convenience). If you're going straight-up, hard-core low fat, the hazelnuts and olive oil in this maybe a no-go, but they're both good monounsaturated fats and full of great vitamins and nutrients that are good for you and good for weight loss. You can also use all almonds instead of hazelnuts. In fact, you can make a lot of substitutions in this to suit your personal taste, as that's what I gather people in Spain do.

Essentially, I chopped up an onion, some cloves of garlic (I use a lot of garlic, but that's me), and a couple of good-sized red bell peppers and sauteed them well in olive oil, salt, and pepper (you can roast the peppers and garlic instead, but I'm lazy). Then I added a bunch of roasted hazelnuts (maybe a cup?), a good handful of roasted almonds, and about a dozen chopped up little tomatoes (again, you can roast the tomato instead) and sauteed a little longer, just till the tomato was cooked but not mush. Then I dumped all of it into my blender, added a good drizzle of olive oil, and pureed till it was smooth. If yours gets chunky and clumpy, add more olive oil will you get a good puree and nice smooth consistency.


Spinach Casserole

This is based on a recipe in an old, hippie-dippie astrological cook book of my mom's (apparently, you may especially enjoy this recipe if you're a Libra). It's high in protein, fiber, and iron, low in fat, and very low in carbs.

Take one bag of frozen spinach, dump it into a strainer, and run some warm water over it till it's mostly thawed (this doesn't take long). Then press out as much of the liquid as you can (this is important, and again, I am lazy, so I wouldn't tell you to do it unless it was). You can cook the spinach from fresh for this, but the difference in the end is pretty negligible, and you can't beat frozen for convenience.

In a biggish bowl, mix together a couple of eggs (you can use three if you want it a bit quiche-ier), a container of cottage cheese (I think they're 16 oz? I use non-fat, it works fine), and a handful of shredded low fat cheese (I use part skim mozzarella). Then mix in the drained spinach, salt, pepper, other seasonings to taste, and grate a whole bunch of fresh parmesan over the top and mix that in as well.

*Note: If you only have the green-canned parmesan, it will work, but I can't stress enough the enormous jump in quality and flavor that you will get just by keeping a big chunk of cheap parmesan or parmigiano-reggiano in a tupperware container in your fridge and grating off only what you need for a given recipe.

If it seems a little dry at this point, drizzle in some olive oil. Then throw it all in a baking dish, grate some more parm on top, and bake for about an hour at 350 (you'll see and smell when it's done). I like this as a side at dinner, or at breakfast time with a couple of chicken sausages.

Next time: soups.

Does anyone know of a free online photo service that does a slide show where the photos will continue to loop indefinitely? Or at least one where when the slide show stop, it stops on one of photos, not on a grayed out screen that asks if you want to replay/share/etc.? I'm trying to put a slide show on our company website, and they all show the three photos and then go to an ugly screen. Any advice?

I had no idea country music was so big in Long Island.

I seriously loved this show when I was a kid. Fun and fabulous and completely godamn bizarre.

I haven't posted in a long time, but I just want to say that I went to my work holiday party where I had a lot of drink and dancing and chicken satay and I love everyone a lot right now.

And by everyone I mean really everyone and by a lot I mean really a lot.

I read Stephanie Meyers' Twilight Books this summer.

In my defense, I tried three times to start The Sound and the Fury, but when your only reading time comes in chunks of varying lengths while sitting backstage in the woods where it's 90 degrees out and you have to be half listening to the progress of the play so as not to miss your cue, Faulkner is a bit much.

So, at the urging of my 14-year-old sister, I picked up the first in the hormone-drenched series, Twilight. And I tell you what, it wasn't too bad. Decent writing, but appealing characters, and an engaging plot. I went ahead and picked up the remaining three.

Books two and three (New Moon and Eclipse? I think? Maybe not in that order), are where things start to go downhill (the fourth book, Breaking Dawn is also problematic, but it gets so wrapped up in an out-of-left-field sci-fi twist that the other issues are more successfully obscured). After bringing her young lovers together at the close of the first book, Meyers doesn't seem to quite know what to do with them, and the means of splitting them up and bringing them together and splitting them up and bringing them together feel...artificial to say the least. It starts to read like a bad romance novel without the sex. Which leads us to Big Glaring Problem number two. After bringing her young lovers together at the close of the first book, and after playing out the tired and false on-again-off-again scenario, Meyers rapidly runs out of believable reasons for them not to have sex with each other.

You see, Stephanie Meyers is a Mormon who married her high school/church youth group sweetheart and settled down young to have kids and be a stay-at-home mom. But, in her desire to create a widely appealing "Teenager of the Now" main character, she made her heroine a non-religious daughter of divorced parents with no desire to marry. So it falls to the vampire beau to keep the sins of pre-marital sex at bay, despite the fact that he is also not religious. So disregarding the fact that the character has been depicted throughout the series as a cosmopolitan, hip guy with decades of life experience, he suddenly grows a traditional schoolboy's down home values and insists on making his human girlfriend a teen bride before he'll shag her. Right. Also, all adults in the series are idiots who are continuously, and easily, deceived, with the exception of the vampire adults, all of whom, despite the supposed wisdom of centuries of living posited and drawn upon by the author in some sequences, behave like and have the judgment of teenagers themselves when it's convenient to the plot.

These are just some of many examples of character inconsistencies created by a woman who seems to have struggled with a desire to create characters who were modern, edgy, and widely experienced when she herself has little firsthand experience or appreciation of any of the above. Books like the Harry Potter or Narnia series are written about children, but the author is clearly an adult with an adult's understanding of the world, as well as of the foibles of their young characters. The Twilight Series reads like the reverse; books written about characters beyond the understanding of a writer who knows less about the world than the people she's created are supposed to.

Which is not to say I would discourage anyone from reading them. They're entertaining, and they makes for good summer reads. I'll probably go check out the movie. But in the end, the books felt a bit disappointing, mostly because the story the author obviously wanted to write, somewhere deep down, was so much more interesting than the one she did.

People who think this story is the funniest thing they've ever heard, and people who completely don't get it and find it to be mildly offensive.

This is a true story told to me by an old friend about an evening she spent with her boyfriend and his buddies.

Her boyfriend had been friends with this same core group of guys since they were all in kindergarten or something, and despite the fact that they had all grown into very different people, they were still good friends into their college years. One night, my friend was hanging out with all of the guys at one of their houses, sitting on the couch chatting with the group's token nerdy dude (I don't remember his name, but we'll call him Mike, because most of them had generic names like that).

As they were talking, Austin, the group's slightly eccentric cool guy/ladies' man went into the bathroom and exited a few minutes later, beer still in hand, with a small plastic clip with a little duck or something on it, the kind for little girls that you can find at any grocery store, clipped into the front of his hair. Mike laughed a little, nervously and nerdily, and then said, "Um, nice hair clip there, Austin."

To which Austin's deadpan reply was, "It's called a barrette, faggot." He then took a sip of his beer and walked away without further comment.

I'm sad. I'm just sad, sad, sad. And at other points in the day, I've been so happy I've cried.

Prop 8 looks good to pass, and while the ACLU and gay rights groups have filed an appeal to have the CA Supreme Court throw the results out as they directly contradict other portions of the state constitution, they're unlikely to do so. It gets sticky when a governmental branch repeatedly throws out voter approved legislation.

I'm really and truly heartbroken. I want so much to be excited and yelling and screaming today, and every now and again when I think about what we, as a country, have accomplished and what's coming in January and the minimum four years after, I can be for a moment. But the rest of the time, I just can't. Not when so many people I love have been effectively told that in my home state, the state that I love and am so proud to call my birthplace and home, more people support the rights of chickens and veal calves than theirs.

What's hardest is knowing that while so many Black California voters today are celebrating and talking about what a huge step forward this election was for equality, it is a fact undeniable that Black California voters, who turned out in record numbers to support Obama, overwhelmingly supported banning gay marriage. When they say that, I want to think, "Yes, you're right! This is so amazing!" And instead I think, "Oh yeah? Equality for who?"

But really, it was the Mormons. And after that, it was the middle-aged and older religious voters. And today, I feel something that I wouldn't have believed even a week ago that I would feel today. And that is that if someone doesn't believe in equality for gay people, I don't think that person is a good person.

I don't think they're a bad person, per se. But if someone actively supports inequality and oppression of another human being because of the other consenting adult that they love? I don't think the term "Good Person" applies to them. I have never felt that way before in my life, but, honestly and truly, it is how I feel today. And I can't tell you how unspeakably sad that makes me.

I knew a lot of Mormons in high school, and was, in fact, friendly with a great many of them since I did choir in a small town that housed a Mormon ward, and god damn, do Mormons ever love them some choir.

Needless to say, having been involved in both choir and theatre, I also knew and was good friends with a lot of gay people in high school (of both the out of and in closet varieties). And a lot of those Mormons also ended up knowing and being good friends with a lot of those gay people.

Some of those young California Mormons lived in denial about the sexual identities of their gay friends. Some went ahead and, after a lot of soul searching and struggle, decided to accept and embrace it. They remained committed to their faith but decided that they had to break with their religion's teachings on that issue. Some, however, when forced to acknowledge that these close friends of theirs were gay, tried a different tactic altogether; the good ol' "Hate the sin, love the sinner" shtick.

They believed that despite the fact that their beloved friends were surely damned, they were still good people. Sinful and destined for the outer darkness, but still acceptable friends material. Why we all put up with that crap I don't know, other than the fact that this was all a decade or more ago and it probably seemed like the best we were going to do. I guess it can be chalked up to late 20th Century pragmatism. But really, we were doing exactly what they were doing. We were repulsed by a lot of their Mormon beliefs about homosexuality, women's rights, adherence to a cult-like dogma, etc., but we recognized that they truly were kind, loving people who were doing their best to live in a way that felt right and good to them.

The current Prop 8 situation feels to me like that whole subterranean conflict of my high school years finally coming to an ugly, pustulent head. California Mormon voters make up about 46% of the voter support for Prop 8, and probably at least that much of the funding and ground support. Quite literally, without Mormon support and votes, there would be absolutely no question of this amendment succeeding. Even with their support, things were looking grim until they poured even more money in and started spreading lies about churches being forced to perform gay marriages, losing their tax exempt status, and children being taught pro gay marriage rhetoric in public schools.

Despite the fact that the survival of their faith was only made possible by the American separation of church and state that they consider to be "divinely inspired," when asked why this amendment is okay, they often respond that God's law is the true law. When asked why we can't just let God make those judgments in his own time, they often respond that he will, but it's their responsibility to make our law on earth like his.

It truly makes me think. As a religious, spiritual person, it really makes me think. How will God (however or whatever you see God as) evaluate us all? How will some of these old friends of mine answer to him when, as they believe it will, the time comes to do so? Will they stand before him and say, "Lord, I lived in a time where countless children, at home and abroad, were dying of starvation and curable illnesses, and I spent millions of dollars to ensure that two people couldn't go into a city office and get a certain piece of paper. I lived in a time when countless people lived in pain and destitution, and I spent my time ignoring them in favor of legislating people's personal relationships. I lived in a time when lies and deceit plagued the world, and I chose to treat dishonesty as an acceptable means to an end. I lived in a time where countless people lived in loneliness, isolation, and despair, and I rejected your message of perfect love in favor of judgment, bigotry, willful ignorance, and civic persecution. And I proudly testified to the world that I did it all in your name."

I have to hold onto faith that Prop 8 will not pass tomorrow. I have volunteered and donated to prevent it from doing so, but at this point, it's in the hands of voters. But if it does pass, I really don't think I'll be able to view the Mormon church at large as an association of essentially good people anymore. I don't think I'll be able to view them as sincere and well-intentioned. At that point, to me, they'll be another instrument and symbol of everything that is wrong with religious thought in the world today. Things will have simply gone to far for a benign tolerance of something that is so deeply anti-spiritual and wrong.

Warren Buffet has approved Obama's economic plan and endorsed his presidential candidacy.

Let me repeat: Warren Buffet has approved Obama's economic plan and endorsed his presidential candidacy.

Seven months ago when McCain was still trying to convince the press that he never said he didn't know much about economics (seriously homie, I know you're from an older generation, but you do know how video cameras work, right?), Obama was presenting a speech on the imminent danger that our economy was facing and his plan to address it on Wall Street to a crowd of financiers and received a thunderous ovation. I think this bears repeating as well; the man now being characterized by the right as an inexperienced, socialist threat to capitalism and the free market foresaw the exact problem we are now facing well in advance and proposed an assessment of it and plan to address it that was rousingly approved by Wall Street business owners, managers, and traders.

What has McCain done? Changed his mind six or seven times (it doesn't matter if you supported or hated the bail-out, McCain disagreed with you at some point), publicly threatened to fire people who he has no jurisdiction over and who have nothing to do with the crisis, lauded the economic judgment of the man who endorsed his rival (Mr. Buffet again), and kept as his chief adviser the man who crafted the very de-regulation that has largely contributed to crashing the market, and who referred to Americans suffering from economic trouble as "a nation of whiners." This man would likely be the Secretary of the Treasury if McCain were to be elected.

I think it also bears mentioning that Alan Greenspan has assessed McCain's economic plan and determined that it proposes to spend trillions while freeing up an amount only in the billions to pay for itself, leaving an enormous deficit. The McCain campaign has failed to provide any numbers or information that actually address Mr. Greenspan's concerns.

I believe in fiscal responsibility. One of the main problems I tend to have with liberal candidates, while I may agree with their social policies, is that they often propose plans that are fiscally irresponsible. This year, however, it's the conservative candidate that has the irresponsible proposals. This year, we are very lucky as a nation to have a candidate for president who not only has it almost entirely right on social and constitutional issues, but who has the superior economic credentials and policies as well. Seeing as how we are at a turning/crisis point in this country when it comes to social concerns and economic ones, he couldn't have showed up at a better time.

So, I'm pro-choice, but not pro-abortion. I don't think anyone likes abortion. But I feel very strongly that I cannot legislate my spiritual beliefs onto other people, and also that children deserve to be wanted and women deserve to have autonomy over their bodies.

But whether you're pro-choice or anti-choice, I think we an all agree that McCain's use of little air quotes when referring to the "health" of the mother is more than a little horrifying.

I don't know if he thinks that health problems caused by pregnancy are made up, or if they just don't matter. Are these women who experience health or life threatening pregnancy complications liars, Mr. McCain? Or just whiners? How about the great number of them who worked awfully hard for these very-much-wanted pregnancies (women who use IVF, after all, are substantially more likely than other women to experience certain complications), only to have to choose, "My baby's life or mine?"

I don't care if you think abortion should be available in the ninth month or if you think rape victims should have to carry their attacker's child or face jail time; either way, I think the complete disregard for women, for their health and well-being, and for their ability to make responsible decisions expressed by McCain in the recent debate is pretty apparent.

Maybe I was the only one who felt Mr. McCain telling me that Sarah Palin is my role model was vomit-worthy, but I don't see how I could possibly be alone in my gag reflex over the air quotes.

Mostly, I've been feeling bad for Sarah Palin lately. It's not her fault she doesn't know what the Bush Doctrine is or how the U.S. Constitution works, or that she can't name any SCOTUS decisions except Roe v. Wade, or that she doesn't understand how our economy functions, or that she can't construct a complete sentence that makes anything approaching sense. Those things don't make her a bad person. They'd make her an exceptionally bad president, but back in her little state of 680,000 or so people, she wasn't much of a danger to anyone that wasn't a moose, wolf, librarian, or polar bear. It's really McCain's fault that she's been exposed to this degree of public humiliation (for her and for the country), and I can't help but feel pretty bad for her.

But just as the remaining shreds of respect I had for McCain evaporated when he nominated her, the last little bits of pity I was retaining for her have pretty much disappeared. Any why?

Because she keeps calling Obama "Barack." In the debate, and now on the campaign trail. The other bullshit, about how rape victims shouldn't be able to abort and Obama is "palling around with terrorists," etc? That's just dumb, but I think she genuinely believes she's in the right there, however idiotic and misguided.

But when she can seem to consistently remember to call Biden "Senator Biden" and then immediately and repeatedly call Obama "Barack," and then continue to do so on the campaign trail, she's being intentionally disrespectful and insulting.

So a word to the perennially unwise: Bitch, you call him "Senator Obama." "Mr. Obama" or "Barack Obama" at the very least. He calls you "Governor Palin." He calls the person at the top of your ticket "Senator McCain." McCain even refers to him as "Senator Obama." The two of you are not buddies. You're not even peers, and you are certainly not his superior. Where the fuck do you get off?

The rest of her trail of crap I can chalk up to her being stupid, ignorant, prone to dishonesty, sheltered, naive, and inexperienced. But she's looking less and less innocent in her failings all the time. She's been around for all of two minutes, and in her brief time on the public stage, she's been pretty unimpressive. When Saturday Night Live doesn't have to re-write your remarks to make them into satirical commentary about your idiocy? That's quite literally when you've become a joke. And at that juncture, you are surely in no place to talk about an accomplished and intelligent national statesman as though he's the kid who mows your lawn.