Saturday, November 28, 2009

How Can We Miss You, & So Forth?

All we want for Xmas (Don't need two front teeth, we got 'em in the medicine cabinet.) is for the gift that never fucking stops giving to stop. First, listen for Woody Guthrie a-spinnin' in his grave. (The obligatory image of W. G. & his fascist-killing guitar is available on-line somewhere for your perusal.)See it in context.

Then read & weep, Sarah supporters. A shitload of images & a story from the Tri- City Herald.
P. S.: You didn't think she was actually on that bus any longer than from the airport/hotel to the bookstore, did you?

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