Location: St. Vincent & Grenadines

You were driving home in the dark on one glass-slippered heel, window sliced open and bathing in the snowliquor of the night air. We heard you singing, and couldn't bear to wake you.

19 September 2005

Here I am, rock you like a word that actually rhymes with "am".

Bill Clinton!

Say what you will about the guy, and I've got my share to say like everyone else, but damned if he isn't a Democrat who fights back.

This is a matter of public policy. . . . and whether it's race-based or not, if you give your tax cuts to the rich and hope everything works out all right, and poverty goes up and it disproportionately affects black and brown people, that's a consequence of the action made.

Bill Clinton. The shit is on. Let's go, people!


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