Hey Kids,
This is just a new poem that has no reference to anyone....I was just feeling a little bad and a little , well you know...
Kisses, M
WHORE
Who is it that says I’m a whore?
Go on let them in, it’s about to begin
Go on ahead and open the door
I’m the whore, the tale, take a swig
Who is it that says I’m a whore?
You’re sucking up; swing the door
Is it me licking up the sweat?
If I’m the whore; let’s bet
So it’s you that says I’m a whore
This is a game to have no end
I see your sweat; shut the door
My talent to you I must defend
So it’s you that says I’m a whore
There’s no fight; it may be true
I’ve played your game; close the door
If I’m the whore; so be it to you
by MC
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Inbreeding is Rampant
Hey Kids,
I know, I know...I've been terrible with this blog. I think it's because I'm turning 60 and I feel there is so much to do before may. There are things I haven't tried or done yet. I've been busy trying to catch up.
Just a few things... I never actually had sex with anyone older than me so I went out on a mission to Gramercy Tavern, not some place I'd usually go , it's stuffy and smells of burnt meat and whiskey. I didn't mind the whiskey part and actually sauntered up to the bar and had a snifter of cognac...yummy. Well wouldn't you know there were only ladies who lunch at the bar, yikes...wasn't into that... I ended up settling for a waiter named Smitty who was 66...I won't go into details but the drink was stiffer than the meat.....At least now I can get back to the young ones.
Speaking of young ones, I've made a fabulous new friend from Italy and his name is Valerio. He has many of his video's on you tube.He has a great voice and what a gorgeous young man. We've hit it off and have a lovely friendship going. We've decided to do a duet of "Somethin Stupid". This will also be a first, my first recorded duet, how fun....MAN-ee and I have done some fun stage duets and I love doing them so this will be a hoot....
Now to my topic inbreeding...It is all over the news , with that polygamist sect and those crazy gals that look exactly alike and talk like zombies. Their eyes are very close together which usually means inbreeding... I of course know a little about this because my father's side of the family were a bit , well not quite right and it was found that way back in the eighteen hundreds the family members were all doing each other... I think this explains why I have to pluck my eyebrows on a daily basis...they're so thick and bushy....
The other inbreeding that goes on is in the entertainment industry and especially new york cabaret....It's not really like that type of inbreeding...but it is very similar to a cult. I mean this of course in the nicest possible way but I hate the fact that in order to be part of the mix one must get the stamp of approval by an established name....it's like whoring yourself out for a piece of the pie...truthfully I'd rather sleep my way to the top(like in Hollywood, you know like Catherine Zeta Jones) than have to suck up to people just to get attention and believe me I've never seen so much sucking up in my life....
I never realized when I was on the outside what a sham associations are and what obstacles they cause for some people. Now that I've gotten a glimpse of the inside and how things really work, I find it a bit sad and honestly all of the mystique that surrounds the entity have diminished for me...I've always been one who is accepting of all people and I treat people with talent the same as anyone else....but I find that getting the same in return isn't as easy.
Talent is not limited to what one, two or three people think because if that were so then there would never have been a Jackie Mason. I wish people would understand that Talent is not limited to a perception but is unlimited in spectrum....Oh god did that make sense or did that Cognac knock me for a loop....
I'll be back kids
Kisses, MargOH!
I know, I know...I've been terrible with this blog. I think it's because I'm turning 60 and I feel there is so much to do before may. There are things I haven't tried or done yet. I've been busy trying to catch up.
Just a few things... I never actually had sex with anyone older than me so I went out on a mission to Gramercy Tavern, not some place I'd usually go , it's stuffy and smells of burnt meat and whiskey. I didn't mind the whiskey part and actually sauntered up to the bar and had a snifter of cognac...yummy. Well wouldn't you know there were only ladies who lunch at the bar, yikes...wasn't into that... I ended up settling for a waiter named Smitty who was 66...I won't go into details but the drink was stiffer than the meat.....At least now I can get back to the young ones.
Speaking of young ones, I've made a fabulous new friend from Italy and his name is Valerio. He has many of his video's on you tube.He has a great voice and what a gorgeous young man. We've hit it off and have a lovely friendship going. We've decided to do a duet of "Somethin Stupid". This will also be a first, my first recorded duet, how fun....MAN-ee and I have done some fun stage duets and I love doing them so this will be a hoot....
Now to my topic inbreeding...It is all over the news , with that polygamist sect and those crazy gals that look exactly alike and talk like zombies. Their eyes are very close together which usually means inbreeding... I of course know a little about this because my father's side of the family were a bit , well not quite right and it was found that way back in the eighteen hundreds the family members were all doing each other... I think this explains why I have to pluck my eyebrows on a daily basis...they're so thick and bushy....
The other inbreeding that goes on is in the entertainment industry and especially new york cabaret....It's not really like that type of inbreeding...but it is very similar to a cult. I mean this of course in the nicest possible way but I hate the fact that in order to be part of the mix one must get the stamp of approval by an established name....it's like whoring yourself out for a piece of the pie...truthfully I'd rather sleep my way to the top(like in Hollywood, you know like Catherine Zeta Jones) than have to suck up to people just to get attention and believe me I've never seen so much sucking up in my life....
I never realized when I was on the outside what a sham associations are and what obstacles they cause for some people. Now that I've gotten a glimpse of the inside and how things really work, I find it a bit sad and honestly all of the mystique that surrounds the entity have diminished for me...I've always been one who is accepting of all people and I treat people with talent the same as anyone else....but I find that getting the same in return isn't as easy.
Talent is not limited to what one, two or three people think because if that were so then there would never have been a Jackie Mason. I wish people would understand that Talent is not limited to a perception but is unlimited in spectrum....Oh god did that make sense or did that Cognac knock me for a loop....
I'll be back kids
Kisses, MargOH!
Monday, April 14, 2008
Poem Series continue's
Hey Kids,
My next poem is for a very special woman...MAN-ee Champagne's wonderful and lovely grandmother, Isabel Ashton. She is a beacon of strength and most of all kindness.
Letters from Isabel
For
Isabel Ashton
Is anything in life guaranteed?
Beauty in nature, a wishing well
Indeed a grandmother’s love
Our guarantee, letters from Isabel
Writing a life’s worth of memories
Pen, Paper, Drawings, longing to tell
Kind, gentle, strong words float on air
Our guarantee, letters from Isabel
Endlessly optimistic, A special life
Goodness unwrapped, no expectation
Indeed a grandmother’s love
Run to the mailbox, it’s there above
Is anything in life guaranteed?
Oh, but how lucky are we
To have shared in life, so sweet
We’re here, we know it to be
Nothing in life is guaranteed
Toss the coin, the wishing well
Oh, but how lucky are we
Our guarantee, letters from Isabel
Eternal written words to share, please no tears
Pen, Paper, Drawings, longing to tell
Run to the mailbox, smile it’s there
Our guarantee, letters from Isabel
Kisses, MargOH!
My next poem is for a very special woman...MAN-ee Champagne's wonderful and lovely grandmother, Isabel Ashton. She is a beacon of strength and most of all kindness.
Letters from Isabel
For
Isabel Ashton
Is anything in life guaranteed?
Beauty in nature, a wishing well
Indeed a grandmother’s love
Our guarantee, letters from Isabel
Writing a life’s worth of memories
Pen, Paper, Drawings, longing to tell
Kind, gentle, strong words float on air
Our guarantee, letters from Isabel
Endlessly optimistic, A special life
Goodness unwrapped, no expectation
Indeed a grandmother’s love
Run to the mailbox, it’s there above
Is anything in life guaranteed?
Oh, but how lucky are we
To have shared in life, so sweet
We’re here, we know it to be
Nothing in life is guaranteed
Toss the coin, the wishing well
Oh, but how lucky are we
Our guarantee, letters from Isabel
Eternal written words to share, please no tears
Pen, Paper, Drawings, longing to tell
Run to the mailbox, smile it’s there
Our guarantee, letters from Isabel
Kisses, MargOH!
Friday, April 11, 2008
New Show Promo
Hey Kids,
Here's a new show promo I worked on. I'm sure its not the final one...
Kisses, M
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
My Tryst with David Patterson
Hey Kids,
There has been something I've been blindly carrying around with me for the past few weeks...well maybe that's not the best word for it. Let's just say I've been burdened by the fact that I to have slept with the new governor David Patterson.
Of course I didn't know at the time that he was a public official , it was a few years ago . I had just gotten off the bus on 6Th ave and 23rd street on my way to meet my agent Shecky. This was the same day he was to give me the bad news that I lost the "smuckers" voice over commercial to that pesky Willard Scott.
Anyway, I got off the bus and was making my way down the street and this guy banged right into me and I dropped my purse, which of course was filled with Nips of vodka..as I started picking them up he grabbed one and guzzled it down so I followed suit...
Then he told me he'd never smelt a more beautiful woman...I was wearing my "white Diamonds" that day. He then gestured to the Chelsea hotel and said, wanna romp sweetie? I thought, Shecky can wait and said sure as long as he was paying. He pulled out a wad of cash and we were off. I must say he was a bit clumsy and had a bit of trouble paying for the room, I think the room was 200 but he gave the guy
500.I felt a bit pressured and thought, hell I better be good....
I was of course and so was he. He was like an animal, sniffing and probing me like a snake blinded by lust...Oh, there I go again. Honestly I didn't know he was blind, though now when I look back I should have seen the signs especially when he told me he accidentally put on his wife's panties cause the room was too dark, I was like, yeah , right.
Knowing what I know now it's all a bit funny. I do feel silly that I didn't realize he was blind but he covered it up so well and I didn't mind the whole pantie thing. He was a charmer and he did say he thought I was 25-26....I even said I thought he needed glasses and he just laughed...yikes....
Well kids, I feel much better getting that off the old chest. You know I'm going to be 60 next month. This is crazy times.....I figure I've only got 40 more years so no time for regrets....but if you listen to Barbara Walters I could possibly squeak out another 90 years.....I don't know...I couldn't imagine living that long...please I'd have to freeze Berna....
Kisses,
MargOH!
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
I'll be back
Hey Kids,
I know I've been slacking on me old blog. I have way too much stuff going on!! but I promise I will be back with new posts asap.....
Love ya kids!!
Kisses, M
I know I've been slacking on me old blog. I have way too much stuff going on!! but I promise I will be back with new posts asap.....
Love ya kids!!
Kisses, M
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Poem Series continue's
Hey Kids,
Here is my poem for the lovely and Leggy Legs Malone
34 ½
For
Legs Malone
34 ½
Limbs cutting through sky
Dancing cutting through wind
Legs that seem to defy
Glorious perfection, don’t ask why
Floating pictures of perfection
Dancing cutting through wind
Long supple singular sensation
Legs that seem to defy
Beauty is not always easy
Dancing cutting through wind
Legs dancing c’mon tease me
Thirty Four and a Half for us to see
Glorious perfection, don’t ask why
Just gaze stretching to the sky
Amaze me; set the tone
Thirty four and a half, that’s Legs Malone
by MargOH! Channing
Here is my poem for the lovely and Leggy Legs Malone
34 ½
For
Legs Malone
34 ½
Limbs cutting through sky
Dancing cutting through wind
Legs that seem to defy
Glorious perfection, don’t ask why
Floating pictures of perfection
Dancing cutting through wind
Long supple singular sensation
Legs that seem to defy
Beauty is not always easy
Dancing cutting through wind
Legs dancing c’mon tease me
Thirty Four and a Half for us to see
Glorious perfection, don’t ask why
Just gaze stretching to the sky
Amaze me; set the tone
Thirty four and a half, that’s Legs Malone
by MargOH! Channing
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Save the Date " All New Show"
Hey Kids,
I'm launching a new show in June "Mamma MargoH!'s All Soul Burlesque Review". It will feature some of the hottest NY Burlesque performers including Legs Malone, La John Joseph , Akynos and newcomer MAN-ee Champagne. All the performances will be backed by a fabulous band "The Dirty Boogaloo".
More information to follow!!
Kisses, M
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
I'm cookin
Hey Kids,
I've been so busy writing shows and now beginning the planning stages plus i shot one of my films last month. I haven't been updating you on my life. I'll be back with some updates on poor Aunt Fawn and Sully's operation...yikes... and guess what I just found out I have a long lost relative from London. Yes, its true, her name is Agnes Channing Blatton-Grabowski....I'll fill you in very soon.
Kisses, MargOH!
I've been so busy writing shows and now beginning the planning stages plus i shot one of my films last month. I haven't been updating you on my life. I'll be back with some updates on poor Aunt Fawn and Sully's operation...yikes... and guess what I just found out I have a long lost relative from London. Yes, its true, her name is Agnes Channing Blatton-Grabowski....I'll fill you in very soon.
Kisses, MargOH!
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Poem Series continue's
Hey Kids,
I'm getting even more poetic as the glasses of champagne go by....
Here is another in my Poem Series for my darling dandy Dan from the UK....
he's like Spice and everything nice...
Mini Coopey
For
My Danny
Mini Coopey
Slight, slim gleaming sophistication
Touch, feel the heart and love
Gentle soul, bleeds expectation
Raise your glass, beating heart and love
Floppy haired sense of humor
Touch, feel the heart and love
An ocean apart, Sullied with Glamour
Raise your glass, beating heart and love
Slight, slim gleaming sophistication
Dancing on stage, for all to see
Gentle soul, bleeds expectation
Raise your glass for what will be
Floppy haired sense of humor
Life, a gallery of pictures
Dancing on stage, for all to see
Raise your glass to ecstasy
By MargOH! Channing
I'm getting even more poetic as the glasses of champagne go by....
Here is another in my Poem Series for my darling dandy Dan from the UK....
he's like Spice and everything nice...
Mini Coopey
For
My Danny
Mini Coopey
Slight, slim gleaming sophistication
Touch, feel the heart and love
Gentle soul, bleeds expectation
Raise your glass, beating heart and love
Floppy haired sense of humor
Touch, feel the heart and love
An ocean apart, Sullied with Glamour
Raise your glass, beating heart and love
Slight, slim gleaming sophistication
Dancing on stage, for all to see
Gentle soul, bleeds expectation
Raise your glass for what will be
Floppy haired sense of humor
Life, a gallery of pictures
Dancing on stage, for all to see
Raise your glass to ecstasy
By MargOH! Channing
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Poem Series continue's
hey kids,
Here is a poem for my darling Alice.....she sparkles....
Sparkle
for Alice Skidmore
Sparkle
Fashion sense reigns supreme
Shades, green sparkle in the crowd
Glorious, guiding the way
Blonde bombshell suits the day
Old school charm and grace
Shades, green sparkle in the crowd
Deep red lips, porcelain is skin
A figure eight, no stop to begin
Fashion sense reigns supreme
Glorious, guiding the way
Young Crawford she beams
Picture perfect takes the day
Old school charm and grace
Dressing it up for the stars
Shades, green sparkle in the crowd
Dressing the world, a better place
By MargOH! Channing
Here is a poem for my darling Alice.....she sparkles....
Sparkle
for Alice Skidmore
Sparkle
Fashion sense reigns supreme
Shades, green sparkle in the crowd
Glorious, guiding the way
Blonde bombshell suits the day
Old school charm and grace
Shades, green sparkle in the crowd
Deep red lips, porcelain is skin
A figure eight, no stop to begin
Fashion sense reigns supreme
Glorious, guiding the way
Young Crawford she beams
Picture perfect takes the day
Old school charm and grace
Dressing it up for the stars
Shades, green sparkle in the crowd
Dressing the world, a better place
By MargOH! Channing
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Poem Series Continued
Hey Kids,
Here is another poem for my kids
MAN-ee Champagne
It’s so fun, a gay fiancé
Fresh, bubbly, dash of style
Blurred pictures, a life so gay
A whirlwind to share for all while
It’s so fun, a gay fiancé
My MAN-ee, to love him so
Sensitive, caring, doesn’t he know
Blurred pictures, loving us every day
It’s so fun, a gay fiancé
Opening my eyes to see the world
Champagne bubbles, drink the day
Scattered, scampering like a squirrel
It’s so fun, a gay fiancé
Champagne bubbles, lights dancing
Always knowing me in every way
Blurred pictures, loving him every day
By MargOH! Channing
Here is another poem for my kids
MAN-ee Champagne
It’s so fun, a gay fiancé
Fresh, bubbly, dash of style
Blurred pictures, a life so gay
A whirlwind to share for all while
It’s so fun, a gay fiancé
My MAN-ee, to love him so
Sensitive, caring, doesn’t he know
Blurred pictures, loving us every day
It’s so fun, a gay fiancé
Opening my eyes to see the world
Champagne bubbles, drink the day
Scattered, scampering like a squirrel
It’s so fun, a gay fiancé
Champagne bubbles, lights dancing
Always knowing me in every way
Blurred pictures, loving him every day
By MargOH! Channing
Friday, February 22, 2008
Poem Series continue's
Hey kids,
Here's another poem. More to come. Sam is also known in some circles as Princess McCool......
Homespun
For
Sam Rowan
Homespun
Some may think it’s crazy
Patchwork, thread and love
Intricate, not for the lazy
Amazing, all talent above
An aptitude that’s homespun
Heart is where the home is
Sewing, healing until it’s done
A quilting class for everyone
Like Biking in the cold
Some may think it’s crazy
Like a school girl, bold
Intricate, not for the lazy
Wrap me in your quilt
Sewing, healing until it’s done
Sam’s where the heart is
Quilts, love, cookies for everyone
By MargOH! Channing
Here's another poem. More to come. Sam is also known in some circles as Princess McCool......
Homespun
For
Sam Rowan
Homespun
Some may think it’s crazy
Patchwork, thread and love
Intricate, not for the lazy
Amazing, all talent above
An aptitude that’s homespun
Heart is where the home is
Sewing, healing until it’s done
A quilting class for everyone
Like Biking in the cold
Some may think it’s crazy
Like a school girl, bold
Intricate, not for the lazy
Wrap me in your quilt
Sewing, healing until it’s done
Sam’s where the heart is
Quilts, love, cookies for everyone
By MargOH! Channing
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Poem Series
Hey Kids,
I've been inspired by people in my life so a series of poems is a must.
Here is the first
Phoebe
A light at the end of the tunnel
Most do not get to see
Some only get the vision of funnel
I’m lucky to get to see
Quirky, fun and inquisitive
Most do not get to see
Gentle, sweet, wanting to give
I’m lucky to get to see
Is there anything more fun?
Searching through a charity shop
Some only get the vision of funnel
I’m lucky to get to see
Is there a needle in the haystack?
I’m lucky to get to see
A light at the end of the tunnel
That is our girl Phoebe
by MargOH! Channing
I've been inspired by people in my life so a series of poems is a must.
Here is the first
Phoebe
A light at the end of the tunnel
Most do not get to see
Some only get the vision of funnel
I’m lucky to get to see
Quirky, fun and inquisitive
Most do not get to see
Gentle, sweet, wanting to give
I’m lucky to get to see
Is there anything more fun?
Searching through a charity shop
Some only get the vision of funnel
I’m lucky to get to see
Is there a needle in the haystack?
I’m lucky to get to see
A light at the end of the tunnel
That is our girl Phoebe
by MargOH! Channing
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
MargOH!'s Cocktail Caucus
Hey Kids,
I've been so busy....drinking that I haven't put a post up in a bit, sorry dolls. We had our UK pals over for a cocktail, it was all very last minute for we just flung it together after meeting up the night before at Sean's gallery opening. Things move fast in my world kids...though the bottles seem to fly a little faster at times. I'm still a little hung today ...yawza.
Here are some pics from the little party and I do not think Hillary or Barack would approve the message....
We did have fun though!!
Kisses, M
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
MargOH! Invests
Hey Kids,
Well you know I'm not getting any younger, I will be turning 60 in a few months but thanks to cod liver oil, various other fish oils and champagne I look 40.
I've never been that concerned with age but I have come to realize the extra roles won't come in forever and I will need income. It's obvious I'll be here another 20 years at least so I have been looking into various investments. If you all recall I came into a little "Stumpy Jones" money after my little "almost had a daughter" saga. I tucked that away and was waiting for the right thing and kids I found it.
A Haddock farm in Jackson, New Hampshire. Thats right, MargOH! is the proud owner of "Haddie's Haddock Farm and Fishery". It was actually Stoli who contacted me about a few schemes she thought of but this one seemed to be the best. I mean it really keeps the "fish" in the family so to speak. It is also a solid investment sure to keep me in champagne and fish oil for my lifetime. I mean with the way the environment is headed they'll be no fish in the ocean so they'll have to get their haddock from my pools...
More importantly it will eventually keep Berna busy because I'll be sending her up there to check on things from time to time. It really isn't anything that I have to be invloved in. I have two men named Fergie and Fred Fishstein running the joint, they're a lovely couple who recently made a civil union in New Hampshire. I really didn't know that gays were interested or knew anything about fish but these two were both married to women in the past so it all made sense to me after meeting them. I feel my fish are in good hands with these two boys.
We had a fabulous time hanging out in New Hampshire and of course we hit the slopes and i also hit a lovely ski instructor named Roscoe, he had a liking for the older gals and jacuzzi's. I really hadn't had any in a while but I was all fish oiled up so things went very smoothly....yummy...MAN-ee kept himself busy with the other ski instructor Ashton, he was a Utah boy gone wild and poor MAN-ee was so exhausted upon our return home from all of his snowplowing or should I say Ashton's plowing...Oh it's so fun having a gay fiance...it really is...
I'll keep you posted on my fish farm....My daddy salty would be so proud!!
Kisses, M
PS. My Aunt Fawn came with me to compete in the over 70's Figure skating sectionals. This is a story in itself so I'll post about that in the next one...yikes..Let me just put it this way we spent 6 hours in the emergency room having them remove a tree branch from her ass.....
Well you know I'm not getting any younger, I will be turning 60 in a few months but thanks to cod liver oil, various other fish oils and champagne I look 40.
I've never been that concerned with age but I have come to realize the extra roles won't come in forever and I will need income. It's obvious I'll be here another 20 years at least so I have been looking into various investments. If you all recall I came into a little "Stumpy Jones" money after my little "almost had a daughter" saga. I tucked that away and was waiting for the right thing and kids I found it.
A Haddock farm in Jackson, New Hampshire. Thats right, MargOH! is the proud owner of "Haddie's Haddock Farm and Fishery". It was actually Stoli who contacted me about a few schemes she thought of but this one seemed to be the best. I mean it really keeps the "fish" in the family so to speak. It is also a solid investment sure to keep me in champagne and fish oil for my lifetime. I mean with the way the environment is headed they'll be no fish in the ocean so they'll have to get their haddock from my pools...
More importantly it will eventually keep Berna busy because I'll be sending her up there to check on things from time to time. It really isn't anything that I have to be invloved in. I have two men named Fergie and Fred Fishstein running the joint, they're a lovely couple who recently made a civil union in New Hampshire. I really didn't know that gays were interested or knew anything about fish but these two were both married to women in the past so it all made sense to me after meeting them. I feel my fish are in good hands with these two boys.
We had a fabulous time hanging out in New Hampshire and of course we hit the slopes and i also hit a lovely ski instructor named Roscoe, he had a liking for the older gals and jacuzzi's. I really hadn't had any in a while but I was all fish oiled up so things went very smoothly....yummy...MAN-ee kept himself busy with the other ski instructor Ashton, he was a Utah boy gone wild and poor MAN-ee was so exhausted upon our return home from all of his snowplowing or should I say Ashton's plowing...Oh it's so fun having a gay fiance...it really is...
I'll keep you posted on my fish farm....My daddy salty would be so proud!!
Kisses, M
PS. My Aunt Fawn came with me to compete in the over 70's Figure skating sectionals. This is a story in itself so I'll post about that in the next one...yikes..Let me just put it this way we spent 6 hours in the emergency room having them remove a tree branch from her ass.....
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Go Vote and Judge MargOH!
Hey Kids,
MargoH! is in the hunt to be judged and voted for on Ourstage.com . My song "Fat Girl" which I loaded up yesterday has jumped from #276 to #96 in just one day, the the best thing is I haven't even asked anyone to go vote for me until now. If I win on this channel I can perform at an awards show here in NYC.
Please click on the above link and help an old gal out and rate my song "Fat Girl" against some of the best indie music out there.
How it works is you register for free, then go to channel plugawards 2008 and listen to 2 songs for 15 seconds and rate which one you like best. When my song pops up vs. another song rate it. Now you know I love this song and I know you will too!
Thanks kids!!!
MargOH!
Monday, February 04, 2008
GO Hillary GO!
Hey Kids,
Well it's true. I've decided to vote for Hillary Clinton. I of course was a Kucinich gal from the very beginning but we all know that this Democracy only allows the very, very, very, very, very , very rich to run for President. This left me with either Barack or Hillary. Now, I of course would never vote for Hillary if this was a fashion election..I mean really her suits are just so stiff and unappealing. I would vote for Barack if it were a fashion contest for sure.
I made my decision on the final debate. Hillary is a smart woman and he an intelligent man but what swayed me was not what they said but to me it was all in the body language. The final thing was when the debate was over and everyone was wrapping up and Hillary got up and took off her own microphone pack but Barack didn't attempt to remove his, instead he had a stagehand come out and remove it for him.
In my eyes there was a sence of arrogance on his part in the way he handled that situation but Hillary was just no- nonsence and took the thing off. This shows me that Hillary is a doer and Barack is more a sit back and have everyone else do it kind of guy.
I know, I know but it's hard to choose when you know politician's are never 100% truthful and will say anything to get a vote. It is these small things that make me lean towards one or the other.
I just think we need a Hillary right now because she's a tough broad that won't take crap from conservatives.
Go Hillary Go!
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