October 24, 2004
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MORE MISS AMERICA. Did I mention that the first Miss America Pageant was held in 1921, which was, coincidentally, the very same year that American women won full suffrage? Really? Yes, really.
Ladies, here are your Voter Registration Cards and here your swimsuits…for the swimsuit competition!
PIE IN FACE. So, another public figure got a pie in the face. (Ann Coulter…shudder.) I’m working on a larger piece right now on this whole phenomena, but I want to go on record here and now and say it was the right pie, right place, right time. I’m pro-pie-in-the-face. No matter who gets it. But please, no shaving cream – real pies of the banana/coconut creme variety.
I have a nephew (now a 7th grader) who, in anticipation of turning three, when asked what he wanted for his birthday would answer excitedly to everyone who asked, “A pie in the face! A pie in the face!” So, yes, that’s what he got, and he was so happy. Then again, that might point to my stance being a genetic defect that for some unknown reason runs in my twisted family, but let me say again: Let The Pies Fly!
kim
Comments (4)
There is perhaps only one person on the planet who deserves a pie-in-the-face MORE than Ann Coulter. That would be W himself. If they charged a buck per pie for people to throw ‘em at W, we could wipe out the deficit before his next term is over. Oops, what am I saying? Kerry’s gonna win, right? Suuuuuuure he is.
I’ve been asking for a pie in the face for YEARS!
I’m gonna have to be a wet blanket here, ’cause I saw the video of Coulter running away from those pies, and she was really, really, frightened.
And I thought of what it would be like if I were on stage, under those dazzling lights, and shadowy figures suddenly came out of that impenetrable darkness that is the Audience, and threw things at my face. I would be scared shitless.
So sure, okay, Ann Coulter deserves a pie in the face. But in broad daylight. And not when she’s giving a speech. That was really wrong, and I’m glad the guys who did it got arrested.
I seriously hate those bastards. You know why? Because they made me feel sorry for Ann Coulter. Ecch. I need to wash now.
Coconut cream please.