Lids clamped open, I was handed a picture of Marcus Garvey and one of Al Neuharth. I carry all that suburban liberal crap for them and they can't even bother with a front-page editorial. I get my Washington job in a year and a half from now, and they can have Ed Vaughn right up their kwanzaa. They can give Idi Amin the key to the city, Tom Bray's butt and a toaster oven, and I'll buy a video of the barbecue. Frank Vega would have gotten police protection, all right.
Trouble is, it's a different world now.
Shit, Coleman never did, and he'll see what else he'll get when I announce the casinos Friday. Clinton better come through, too. I figure right about April '99 would be ideal. But if those stonefuckers hang on, I gotta get at least a federal court spot, then hang tough till another vacancy pops. Smooth as silk.