I've always loved the ruby slippers from the Wizard of Oz. Were I ever to reappear on stage again, it would be with those on my feet, in black leather capri pants, and a bandeau made from desert army fatigue material with a black satin underlining, an off-shoulder asymmetric model. One that reflects my hair, cut in an asymmetric style. Because that's the word that describes me: asymmetric. Am I some kind of size 3? Heck no. I was a body-builder. I had real muscles, and lifted real weights. Bulked, no, just really really strong. Hard. I'm a woman. I like it that way. And, my sunglasses. Neo style, from the Matrix. Long coats. Skirts cut on the bias, soft material, texture, wild to no jewelry.
My politics are the same. Fiscal conservative, social liberal. Somewhere between King (R) and Kusinisch (D). The old shoes I was given the choice to wear growing up just don't fit. Tell me where in either the Republican or Democratic party would I fit, exactly? When what I think is that we need money for social programs to help those who have worked, or who can't work, and still allow for businesses to have room to breathe without corporate corruption. Free markets, not ones that are manipulated into coiled springs that pop out of jack in the boxes when Pop Goes the Weasel is finished playing. More below the fold.
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