I know this person is experiencing some kind of cleansing rebirth here but for some reason I keep getting this picture in my head of Columbia and Magenta saying "tell us about it Janet!" and Janet singing:
Toucha toucha toucha touch me
I want to be dirty
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
Creature of the night
While an adoring audience chants "eat me, beat me, mistreat me" towards the stage where Dr. Frankenfurter's Manchurian creation is taking the oath of office in his gold Speedos. Maybe I'm just in some kind of Time Warp. I wonder...would it be sacrilege to watch Rocky Horror instead of the inauguration. Either way I could pretty much experience getting ****ed by someone else's creation, a malleable everyman with no history beyond every liberal's wet dream. At least with Rocky Horror I can put on my Magenta costume and dance during the songs and throw stuff at the screen. I'm pretty sure one of the clues in next week's NY Times crossword puzzle (the only thing worthwhile in the extremely old gray lady) will be a six letter word for Messiah starting with 'O'. Gawd, I'm living in a world of mixed metaphors.
Cindie