The Other Shoe

James Wolcott, demonstrating the sort of tolerance of difference (and shameless name dropping) that I've come to expect to from Vanity Fair.

I was disappointed, however, not to catch a glimpse of Katrina van den Heuvel, editor of the Nation. Lester Bangs used to say that whenever you saw Tom Verlaine of Television, it was officially a Tom Verlaine Day. Since she and I vote in the same district, Election Day has regularly been Katrina Day for me, when she adds a necessary note of chic to the ritual of democracy as it is practiced on West 109th Street. But perhaps because I voted earlier this year, I missed her--missed her in both senses of the word.

I am preparing myself for either outcome today. Should Kerry win, I will post an important statement called "A Time for Healing," or something equally noble-sounding. Should Bush win, I shall post a statement of philosophical resignation tentatively titled "Good, Go Ahead, America, Choke on Your Own Vomit, You Deserve to Die." The latter will probably require a little more tweaking.

Get out. Vote. You'll feel so much better afterwards--cleaner inside.

As for me, I always feel cleaner inside after reading Wolcott. Of course, I normally read Vanity Fair whilst sitting on the toilet, so the "cleaner inside" effect might be unrelated to Wolcott's narrow minded and only slightly interesting writing.

Speaking of Vanity Fair, I have been enduring the insane ravings of Graydon Carter regarding "the evil that is Bush" all year long now. I wanna know whether, now that the election is over and done with, VF's editorial staff will now return to the land of the sane or if they will remain in the lunatic fringe. If the former, I will nobly continue to subscribe. If the latter, I will consider informing the editorial staff of VF upon whose vomit I would like them to choke.

So there.

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-posted by Charlie Eklund 

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