Sunday is my liberal satire day. I'm interviewing pretentious art students who I name drop to seem cool. Then, *sigh* if I have time I'm jet-setting to New York to socialize with other champagne socialists in a shameless concert of Clintonesque, me-generation self love. I think Hilary and Carville are fabulous revolutionaries; I love how they enrage the working classes, er ruling classes. (Its funny cause I used to help 'rule' the country!~Such a little rebel I am!) Then it's back to the T. Dot in time to catch the end of another angry white man band. My favourite records are made by white men who make three chord music that's four shades whiter than albino: It tends to arouse me. I also *love* DOA because they sing about killing cops, nazi boot camps and race wars. Did I mention the lead singer is a best friend of mine? Down with the bourgeoisie! And hand me my Champagne, damnit! Did I mention me lately? Me. Me, me mememememmeemmeeemme. And me! And *My* rich friends! ...Me!

/satire off.