Queen Moonshine

Lipstick, I think...

It seems like ages ago that I was up until 5.30 watching the US turn blue. I remain chuffed about the result for two very important reasons:

Sarah Palin’s Face.

Very similar to Michael Portillo’s face all those years ago when he got beaten in his safe seat by that little gay Labour chap whose name is lost to me, being only the man who made Michael Portillo 85% less smug. I met Portillo once and he was quite nice, but still; his face, eh?!

I like to imagine that Moose Woman had a very similar look on her face all those years ago when she came second in Miss Alaska, presumably to a pittbull in lipstick, hence the ongoing obsession.

Yes, You did

Obama truly transcends the colour of his skin through the content of his character, he’s fresh and exciting. Race shouldn’t be a factor in any case; my excitement (and I assume most others’) comes not from his colour, but from his inclusive, socialist principles. That’s progress and change, right there. He’s not that blooming black anyway.

I have yet to gauge the opinion of my cynical Cuban mother, being as she is in the middle of another bloody hurricane, but I will bring it to you, dear reader as soon as I get it or can be arsed, whichever happens first. In the meantime, the last hurricane tales will be painstakingly typed up over a glass of vino later and can be seen at my mum’s work in progress blog : Conversations with a Cuban Sow (http://cuban-sow.com) .

Bird Out x

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