I want to apologize to everyone for my absence on Friday. I’ve been pretty consistent with blogging Monday thru Friday, but last Friday, I had a job I couldn’t turn down. I was actually in Japan shooting a TV commercial. They’re a lot less restrictive about what airs on TV and the pay is incredible. I pocketed a million bucks just for saying two words, “Play hard” (it was a Nike ad).
So…I’m guessing a lot of folks are wanting me to weigh in on what’s happening in Iran. As usual, it’s easiest for me to discuss international affairs in terms of my own life. This one’s a no-brainer.
I’ve blogged before about the day I achieved independence from Ron—the day I first detached and began to experience life separate from Ron. I remember thinking “I can do what I want now! I have my own mind, my own opinions. From here on in, it’s going to be a Decockracy.
But I was deluding myself. For as long as Ron exists, there can’t be true freedom. He is the Supreme Leader. In the end, he is the one who makes all the decisions. Sure, I can influence him and god knows I often do—why the hell else would he have fucked Candy Crowley (hey look, it was an election night and those CNN reporters have a lot of energy.)
So don’t kid yourselves, people. Ahmadinejad or Mousavi--it doesn’t matter when an Ayatollah’s in the hiz-house. Call me when a cleric stops really running that country. In the meantime, I’m almost certain that Candy lost weight. Hey Ronnie!!!
