Yesterday I purchased the novel GOLDEN GIRL for 49 cents:
The headline above the title:
“The superblonde bred for the 1980 Olympics.”
From the back:
“Goldine is GOLDENGIRL, a bright, beautiful, manufactured monster, bred from Nazi stud-farm stock, trained since childhood by the most inhuman methods.”
Liverpool Daily Post says, “Fascinating…frightening…expert…the storyline carries you along to the unexpected outcome.”
Now those are low standards.
In other news
The BC Liberals are finally under investigation for something! What could it be? Police from organized crime, commercial crime and drug units were involved.
(In a tattoo parlour in Maui, the red cell phone rings.
Gordo says, “Give me a minute,” to the artist. To the phone, he says, “I have no statement to issue at this time.” He presses the “end” button and tosses the red cell phone in the direction of his shed jeans.
“Cheers,” says the Hell’s Angel named Marty. He flexes his bicep, admiring his new BC Liberal Party tattoo.
“Cheers,” says Gordo. He takes another gulp of his martini and bends over so the tattoo artist can finish etching his right butt cheek with the symbol of the BC Hell’s Angels.)
Will the BC Liberals be shoveled without dignity into the pit of muck where the NDP are still writhing? Probably not. We expect a lot less of the Liberals. (well, some of us do. A number of us are still surprised when they lie.)
When I drive my 1988 Toyota Tercel and an SUV cuts me off, I don’t get angry because I’m not surprised. But when another Toyota Tercel cuts me off, it’s a betrayal. What about the sisterhood?
Absolutely beautiful day in Vancouver today. -4C. Clear as a bottle of Tanqueray.