Friday Night Man Flesh

As Fall approaches, it is time to start bickering in earnest over other people's money. Though the topic of handouts, entitlements and privileges are an everyday affair, summer is the time to enjoy the fruits of other people's labor. Autumn, on the other hand, is the time to replenish the wallets and bank accounts of those that accommodate the unaccommodated. August is still with us but already the campaigning has begun that will ultimately determine who will be accommodated and who will be unaccommodated at their expense.

You may recall that I was unjustly defeated in the last election, despite enjoying the support of The People throughout my campaign. The corruption in this city continues, but I, Lisa, founding member of *BITCH*, and multicultural resident of London and Mitchieville will not be deterred from running again. This past year, I worked tirelessly, and successfully, to change election day voting procedures. No more poll stations manned by corrupt eraser wielding "volunteers." The next election will take place online. I'm certain the Mayor and Fenris do not have advanced hacking abilities to sway the results, though they are connected to computer literate individuals, such as The Little Danish Girl. If she wants to see more man flesh around this place, I'd advise her to keep that knowledge to herself. I have also enlisted the support of Sargon The Magnificent, so I'm confident that an online voting system will ensure a just result. Furthermore, Canadian Tire and Walmart are providing the software and hosting space.

Without further ado, I introduce my campaign manager and personal bodyguard, YY (Yum Yum). He was spotted a few weeks ago in a bookstore and subsequently ridiculed by some citizens who automatically assumed a black, stacked rapper was incapable of reading a book. I'm not particularly adept at Photoshop, I'm a Woman who doesn't get along with Womyn, and I know that it's never a good idea to underestimate your opponents.

On the topic of not trusting your opponents, I've finally hired a food taster after a long series of fatal interviews.

Take heed. take note, and beware the Ides of March: