Just Another Mundane Monday

My apologies to the Bangles for co-opting the title of their fine 80's hit. On second thought, I withdraw my apology. What are Suzanna Hoffs et al going to do? Maybe they'll walk like Egyptians over here and we can have it out. Our feud will burn like an eternal flame. I would have added some more songs to that joke, but after those three hits, the Bangles are off my musical radar. I should have chose a Journey song and then I could have run out a streak of references.

The morning started off with me listening to every windbag and mic jockey talking about Barack Obama's statements over the weekend. Since I can't get to my microphone until next Saturday, this will have to suffice. Obama said that small town people are bitter, and frustrated so they cling to religion, guns, fear those who are different and are anti-immigrant. His Democratic opponents and Republican adversaries are calling him elitist. I'm calling him honest. Have you ever spent any time in small town America? Go to any rural community that has been ravaged by the economy and see how accepting those folks are to outsiders. Some of them are carrying guns to church and then yelling at the Mexican busboys working at the Sirloin Stockade breakfast bar. Doesn't it strike you as odd that rich, white, pampered politicians are calling another politician elitist? Hell yeah he's elitist and so are Clinton and McCain. Did you get a gander at the tax returns of those people? None of them are rubbing elbows with the great unwashed on a humid Sunday afternoon at the local Wal-mart. Check all of their resumes. I guarantee there's not a GED or community college on any of them. I want my leaders to be somewhat elitist. Who wants some yahoo with bad diction and dubious dental hygiene running the country? It would be nice for them to have some contact with the real world. I want the president to know the cost of milk and gas, but I don't need him pumping his own and then running into the AM/PM for a gallon of 2%. Besides, call me crazy, but anyone who has been in the cloistered world of government for as long as any of these people have are not common folks any longer. They may want you to believe they are, but just watch the horror in their eyes as they choke down a funnel cake while stumping at the county fair and you'll know they are longing for some lobster salad in the Congressional dining room.

The rest of the day doesn't hold much excitement. How's this for glamorous? I'm off to change the sheets on the beds. See, I'm no elitist. I could have my domestics do it, but I like to keep some semblance of normalcy, that, and I have no domestics. (Post Interrupted) Hey, here's some news. I just got a call from my agent. (elitist and show bizzy) I got a call back for the commercial I auditioned for Friday. I guess they want to see a little more topless man candy. I will oblige. Look at that, mixing the mundane with the exotic to create another day in my vida loca. See what I did there? I started the post with a song and ended with a song. I'm not apologizing to Ricky Martin either. Later...Brian