Sam,
Though parting is such sorrow, Sam (and we were just learning to accept each other for who we were and not who we might have been!), it’s also, frankly, well, sweet, for the simple reason that, I’m gonna be honest with you here, I’ve essentially run out of things to say. Which is why, in this hour of need, I’ve turned to my lovely older sister, Marina, an electronic musician and artist, Harvard graduate, and self-styled media watchdog, for a fresh dose of brain power and the “last word” on what continues to be the Only Topic in Town.
Marina feels that not enough attention has been paid to the fact that Fox News’ Election Night projection team, which was the first to announce that Bush had won Florida (with the other networks quickly following suit), is headed up by Dubya’s first cousin, who was reportedly in close contact both with Dubya and with governor/brother Jeb throughout the evening. Add that to the fact that Florida Secretary of State Katherine Harris is a close personal friend of the family and, well, it’s easy to believe that, as Marina so eloquently puts it, “the Bushes are pulling way too many strings, and they need to be snipped, one by one.” (But seriously, how else to explain Dubya’s mid-Election Night announcement that the networks’ early projections in Florida would turn out to be wrong? Like, how did he know?!)
Marina also feels that the Florida recount should go on for as long as possible, with the more lawsuits filed the better, if only to draw attention to the fact that while America has been busy obsessing over Brad Pitt’s haircut and the cost of Priceline.com shares, some truly spooky and debatably nutty people have taken control of American political interests. In short, the whole damn system needs to be overhauled. (And who can argue with that? Thanks, Marina.)
Anyway, I’ve got to run, as my old friend Bob Morris is reading from his highly recommended new children’s book Crispin the Terrible (it’s about a cat with identity issues, but he works them out) in the “kitty condo” room over at Doggie Village on East 44th (you think I’m making this stuff up, but I’m not).
Hey, Sam–it’s been real.
Fight the fight, love the love, don’t ever stop being you,
Lucinda
