Archive for the ‘Politics or: the art of looking for trouble’ Category
I bought a new cactus with my roomy. He has funny leaves. (Cactuses are mostly boys, right?) He is replacing Prometheus Maximus, the single, most boring cactus ever, who died tragically and unexpectedly after being carelessly sprayed by the bug exterminator.
I named the new cactus Carlos Danger.
He is an African Milk Tree Plant, according to Google, and according to my friend, also has poisonous sap.
Note to self: Do not ever ever lick Carlos Danger.
Previous posts on this blog re Carlos Danger:
Happy Second Birthday to My Failed Anthony Weiner Tumblr!
My Failed “I am Anthony Weiner” Project. What I Learned about Social Movements.
I’ve actually met the Anthony Weiner press manager involved in the other mini-scandal. But I don’t want to link to articles about it because I’ve actually been caught on here talking about people I know “behind their back” before; you can go look it up yourself if you want. (She seemed like a pleasant person at the time.)
I also knew one of Weiner’s former key interns who has since quit the campaign in shame and heavy emotional resignation. That reminds me of something Weiner himself should do…
I think he’ll make it through the run-off, but not by much.
Categories: Autobiographical Stories, New York City, Politics or: the art of looking for trouble Tags: Anthony Weiner, cactus, carlos danger, dick jokes, interns, plants, press secretary, puns, scandal, sexting, succulent, The Daily Show
America’s Sweetheart, Dzhokhar Tsarnaev
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