Slouching Toward Sacramento

Deborah was back in action recently and I failed to blog on it. She has a great tirade against the US media for failing to investigate Arnie’s relationship with Enron.

I just had a dream about Arnold Schwarzenegger. No, not that kind of dream. I’ve been plagued by headaches so I took a nap after lunch. Just before I woke up, there was Arnold. We were in some kind of meeting in an anonymous looking boardroom of sorts and running late. A judge, I think, was worried about the time because of the governor’s next meeting. It wouldn’t be a problem, said the He man, and got up and started to do a little soft-shoe dancing. “The money men, they wait for me,” he sang, “they wait for me.” I’m sure they do.