14-16 December 1998: Baboons

It's that time of year. I placed an order for handmade items with my belle soeur, who told me that one gift was getting extra ribbons and bows because it was for someone higher in the pecking order, an alpha female, if you will, who needed maximum respect.

"You have to clean her fur, after all."

"No. I will be the lone baboon, picking burrs off his own fur and sitting resentfully in a corner away from the other baboons, sticking his big fat red ass in the air at them now and then."

Actually, I am not really like that. If I was, would I be volunteering at Out of the Closet and Callen-Lorde? No, a real resentful uncooperative baboon is local politician Dennis Vacco, the defeated New York State Attorney General who refused to concede defeat until this week. Thank you Lord! Now we can finally stop looking at his big red baboon ass.

This man had the nerve to run credit reports on voters, and then demand the police go door to door to question them! You know, this is what we did to black people in the South years ago. Intimidating the poor with police intervention when they vote is dirty pool. Not showing up on a TRW report doesn't mean you don't exist. It means you're poor. It means you cash checks at storefronts and buy tokens one at a time because you might get paid daily. But it doesn't mean you are a suspicious electorate.

What more can we expect from a man who fired all the gay attorneys as soon as he took over that office.

The next day, A and I went to see the horrendous Stepmom, with all it's hyperbolic family values nonsense, and vaguely anti-urban and even more vaguely homophobic overtones. Sarandon gets an honorary Baboon Award for this one.

Meanwhile, that evening, Clinton wagged the dog, choosing to bomb Iraq on the eve of his impeachment. Of course, any time he chose to bomb them would have been inopportune. He would have been accused of wagging the dog at almost any time this year.

I can just see it now. "Put down the Intern Mr. President, we need to bomb Baghdad.

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