Ralphs on Sunset

A. A. & her Clintonian sexual fixation. (She's more into sex than crime, her take on Clintons as Sopranos had none of the Mafia fever many of the wingnut crowd got from the bit.)

Then we spotted this rutabaga reference:

And, by the way, vegetables are not that innocent. Don't you know that they dream of responding to you? Why else are they covered with dew?

Aaah. Too much subversive pleasure music in her formative yrs., leading to the inability not to find smut virtually everywhere. Just Another Blog™ used to be the same way, till the melancholia took over. Now, we don't want to think about Bill Clinton at all, let alone his sex life. Not much chance of avoiding him & his baggage (no, not Senator C., his "reputation") for the next few (too damn many) months, we guess.