p: "Politics. I came to Kosablanca for the Democrats."
MB: "The Democrats? What Democrats? We are in the dessert, we only have pie."
p (pauses): "I was misinformed."
Ilsa didn't show, didn't email, just couldn't be bothered, I guess. She's probably hangin' out at firedoglake, maybe RedState, or maybe even both. She certainly was somethin', anywhere she's lands a party breaks out.
Bam, of course, is heart broke. If it weren't for Ilsa he'd still be in a pound down on the south side o' Chi. He's been mopin' around since she didn't show back there in November and there's somethin' sad in his eyes now. I've cajoled him and praised him. I've teased him with his favorite toy, that ratty ol stuffed irrelevant, chased him round the lawn, and I even brought him a Post from Washington DC to pee on. He didn't even give it a second look, maybe he'd of preferred the Times. It's like nothin' seems to cheer him up. Even everybody round here seems to have noticed and remarked on how blue he is when we're out and about.
Anyway, like I was sayin' I came here for the politics. There were supposed to be Democrats here, but there don't seem to be many if any left. Oh, there's still plenty of folk that stop by, but they all seem to be Metacrats, Pootycrats, and pastry chefs. The Pootycrats are somethin', they all bring along their pooties or stop you on the street to show you pictures. Bam doesn't get along with cats much or Metacrats for that matter, so I gotta hold him back a bit when we take a walk around. He does love the pie, though. Me, you know, I can take it or leave it, 'cause I kinda prefer π.
There's a rumor that they're turnin' out the lights and that the party's over. Urban renewal folks say. They're tearin' down the ol' town and movin' the peeps over to new digs uptown, high end condos and such. Been there. It's nice I guess, but it's way to clean. Needs some livin' in to make it comfortable.
Anyway, we're ambivalent about the movin', but Bam and I'll probably pack up and tag along just in case Ilsa follows some bright young politician over there.
'Course, I'm not so sure I won't feel like Bogie if she does.