My town has just been selected to host the
2008 Republican National Convention. Weep for us, people. Weep for the hotel maids who will have to make Bill Frist’s bed and wash out Dick Cheney’s denture cup. Weep for the waiters who will have to giggle their fake giggles at Rudy Guiliani’s jokes. Weep for those of us who will be trapped on the street by FOX News reporters and asked to give our opinions on stem cell research. Weep for the poor balloon vendors who must balance the joy of filling the biggest orders of their lives with the knowledge that all their hard work will soon be raining down upon the shabbiest collection of rogues and scoundrels my city has ever seen...
My town has just been selected to host the 2008 Republican National Convention. Weep for us, people. Weep for the hotel maids who will have to make Bill Frist’s bed and wash out Dick Cheney’s denture cup. Weep for the waiters who will have to giggle their fake giggles at Rudy Guiliani’s jokes. Weep for those of us who will be trapped on the street by FOX News reporters and asked to give our opinions on stem cell research. Weep for the poor balloon vendors who must balance the joy of filling the biggest orders of their lives with the knowledge that all their hard work will soon be raining down upon the shabbiest collection of rogues and scoundrels my city has ever seen...
