Young women and men in the former Soviet Union are encouraged not to be too clever nowadays – if you want to write, stick to writing for the tabloids. Anything more profound can get you killed.
You’ve seen them, the glossy cards with some absurdly hot girl dancing beside some text. These cards invariably have some pants-wettingly cool way of saying that you can be 18 to party, but you have to be 21 to drink.
Although the Chernovetsky/Tymoshenko incident is small when compared with the present energy scandal, it illustrates an important point: the political crisis in Ukraine is having very real repercussions.
Do you know what happens when I shimmy my hips and wave my hands around to the beat? My friends trap me under a bed sheet and beat me with socks full of quarters.
Before he died, Tupac Shakur once sang that “although it seems heaven sent, we ain’t ready to see a black President.” One can imagine Tupac smiling right now.
You do have to hand it to the McCain team for their oddly subtle touch. They didn’t want to go out and call Obama a terrorist just because Obama’s father was Muslim.
If McCain had wanted to continue with his “elitist” narrative against Obama then he should have shown Obama hanging out with America’s real elitist celebrities; perhaps someone like Bono or Angelina Jolie or Madonna.
Buoyed up by the “young and plucky” governor from Alaska, “plucky” enough to hear death threats against her opponent and not bat her mascara, this campaign has entered into its most surreal phase yet.
I ask all Americans to believe in the promise of the world’s support for Obama.
Poker-faced Soviet villains had hot side-kicks. Hollywood loved them.