Thursday, November 18, 2004
From Sour Bob:
Picture the American electorate as a woman, leaning against the frame of her duplex's screen door in a star-spangled halter top, paunchy midriff hanging out over her low-rise jeans. She has two black eyes and a busted lip.
"He didn't mean no harm, officers. He loves me. He just has trouble showing it is all."
"Ma'am, you don't have to take this you know, we could throw him out right now. Just say the word."
From behind her, we hear a beer bottle shatter. A drunken Texas drawl calls out from the living room inside.
"You'll take it and you'll like it, bitch."
"He didn't mean nothing, officers. He's a good man, I swear it."