
I suppose, for "certain" queens, that's about as good as it gets.
But I'm such a rebel. I just can't imagine a world without lesbians. I need Rachel Maddow, and on a regular basis. I need Lily Tomlin and Gertrude Stein and Virginia Woolf and Ellen DeGeneres. Why? Well, mostly because they make me laugh, yes--even Virginia Woolf with Orlando and her one-armed billboard hanger in To the Lighthouse.
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LMAO.
Oddly, I have a reputation for being just about as mean and sour as the Old Queen herself when protocol demanded that she speak to Gladstone. Students used to ask me why I never smiled. School secretaries used to ask my friends why "Ken was so mad." Well, shoot. I can't help it that my facial muscles have always drooped. And the truth is, I really do love to laugh.
But my critics were right about one thing: I'm mean. I just can't resist laughing at other people. In fact, I have indeed laughed my ass off--I simply have no butt left, though, at one time I had a pretty good one--and most of that laughing has been at the expense of the various idiots with whom, alas, I must live out my life.
Public figures, like Sarah Palin and Michelle Bachmann and Glenn Beck, of course--but most especially a whole host of silly ninnies who have served as co-workers, bosses, students, parents of students, clergymen, teachers, waiters in restaurants and, let us not forget, customer service representatives.
I think it was Baudelaire who remarked that laughter is "satanic." Haha. So, I made fun of you. Tough titty. Unlike Victoria, I AM amused. And BTW, the devil made me do it.
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