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August 15, 2007
On A Cold and Gray Chicago Mornin
I rarely, if ever, come in here and ponder what our favorite author could have or should have done, instead preferring to take the spoiled skirt steak that is Prickly City, lay it out, and pound the hell out of it until it can be moderately palatable. But really, that Winslow guy should be heading off to Graceland to take in the Elvis show, perform some karate, and eat some fried Samoa cookies. Not only that, but our favorite author could then somehow work in a rant about thongs, because he, like the Vis, is a straight-up white cotton panties kinda guy. Must be a southern thing.
Comments
Wow - Winston's volunteers are paying him to stay put. So he blows $64 million dollars yet still has people working for him, and they're digging into their own pockets to keep him from campaigning because he won a primary that only two people voted in.
I'd say that's crazy, but people pay Stantis too.
Posted by: The Furnace at August 15, 2007 11:03 AM
Maybe Winslow's staff is afraid that he'll start calling himself Winston?
Posted by: Annie at August 15, 2007 03:06 PM
