Wednesday, July 11, 2007
The Clintons - whatever it takes
I'm thinking of a delicatessen.
I'm thinking of the luncheon meat display.
I'm thinking of a round pink even textured luncheon meat.
It's baloney!...
I'm thinking of the luncheon meat display.
I'm thinking of a round pink even textured luncheon meat.
It's baloney!...
Peter Nicholas, in the L.A. Times:
"Hillary Rodham Clinton looked enviously at her husband's malted milkshake at a roadside ice cream shop. Then, unable to resist, she dipped in a plastic spoon. Sitting side by side at the counter, cooing over the array of flavors, the Clintons seemed the picture of marital bliss, like any other husband and wife team that just happened to be running for president once again.
Elsewhere during nearly three days of campaigning across Iowa, the couple hugged, touched and whispered in each other's ears. He would pat her back. She would touch his arm. In the Fourth of July parade in Clear Lake, they marched along holding hands, fingers interlocked."
