4:30 p.m.  Alhambra Town Hall Health Care Meeting with Congressman Shiff:  August 12, 2009

I’m sitting in the parking lot, a poster board and black Sharpie in hand, the radio on Frank Pastori,  99.5 FM.  He’s passionately discussing the very current, very urgent Obamacare catastrophe with callers.  I am creating my protest poster, trying to zero in on the exact name of this, his latest attempt at World Domination…Nationalized-Universal-Single-Payer-Socialized-Government-Controlled-Health-Care-Insurance-Reform-Thing.  I settle on “Obamacare.”  I call in to the radio show.  My voice is higher than usual and a bit shaky.  It takes a lot of energy to protest.  All my endorphins are zinging.  “Hi Frank…I’m here at the…”

I have a flashback to SNL…adrenaline rushing through my veins, and Steven Tyler just down the hall.  My Madonna poster on the wall…I looked at her attitude for inspiration. I told her that once and she said, “…Really?”   On a scale of 1 to 10, her exhibitionism is a 150 and mine is a 5. I would have never predicted that in 17 years, I would be sitting in a Honda Civic, head full of super-boring health care facts, watching old people walk by, while squeaking this out on a poster,

“What’s the Rush?” (afraid we’ll read the bill?).

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Now look, as one artist to another, I was determined to leave Barbara Boxer’s book signing events for Blind Trust off-limits.  Considering her intellectual gifts, many of you might still be surprised that she would stoop to the political thriller genre.  Why not a sweeping history of American achievement, say, or perhaps a scholarly rebuttal to The Myth Of Matriarchal Pre-History?

Not a Townhall meeting… (Photo: MoreMarin.com)

After co-authoring her second book in spite of very little demand, it must be difficult to shoulder the meet and greets all by her lonesome.  Yet, today’s news tells me that the word has already gotten out, so, in the interest of free public debate, consider this a humble public service announcement.  Senator Boxer will be signing and reading from her new book this weekend – enjoy: (more…)

9:00 AM:
Crawl out of bed, go downstairs and hit the “on” switch for my Anger Manufacturing Plant, located conveniently in the basement — right next to my wine cellar.

9:10 AM:
Sign a few five-figure checks from the big drug and insurance companies and instruct Consuela to go deposit them in my bank account.

9:30 AM:
Go back to sleep with my life-sized Founding Fathers dolls, dream of freedom from the socialist Obama regime. (more…)