L.O.L.A.

Sorry Kinks fans, not the song, it's Ladies of Liberty Alliance. (Future escort service?) Now that you've salved your disappointment, the meat:

Thers' new (METAPHOR ALERT!!) punching bag (Not really a punching bag! No slapping, even*.) K.T. KaffirKatie Kieffer or something like that, is quite the go-getter. Really knows how to market herself.

Indeed, she's so good at whoring herself-marketing you need only watch about the first 18 secs. of this. (It's a smidge under three mins.; you probably should listen to the laundry list of reactionary clichés to get the full derp [for lack of a better word] out of K.T.) Eighteen secs. was about the time we ran screaming from the room.

Unfortunately, she could still be heard in the only place where we could run, the kitchen, not a good destination as most of the knives (esp. the large sharpened ones) are there. Might've cut ourself or the audio cable. Or stabbed the devil-box dead.Also, what's w/ the voice? Can't figure if it's whatever her regional dialect is or if she needs to have her adenoids out. Needs a voice coach if she expects to use her ordinary non-Hollywood appearance to get on the wingnut welfare gravy train, or just a paying telebision gig.

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*Were we to see her head on a pike, say, it wouldn't kill us one bit.