The beauty of the beasts

I’m barely able to keep track of the news while on the road, but as usual it isn’t good. Major jockeying over the budget, not much inspiration coming from any of the GOP candidates (although this report seems like good news), a looming “Carmageddon” this weekend (which I will try to avoid), and at home my fish are under attack. (In that regard, a helpful reader steered me towards a motion-activated sprinkler — which I can turn on after Coco has turned in for the night.)

Speaking of critters, I have found myself enchanted by this sculpture of a beast. Nearby, a phantom lady seems to be confronting him… or is he confronting her?

Whether the beast is a boar, or something more like an extinct Trilophodon, I don’t know. Were I totally crazy, I might analyze the above in political terms. (The party on the left versus the party on the right vie for the best beast award… And of course ladies get to be beasts because beastliness is beautiful baby!)

Oh, also in the news is that men now have just as much right to be anorexic as ladies. Experts blame pressure from male models. I blame the war on fat. What you want to eat is becoming as political as what you desire sexually.

Is there such a thing as political anorexia?

Actually, one genius has already identified it as a right wing disease. Of course, I’m so used to barfing over politics that I may be a victim of political bulimia. (Hey, maybe there’ll be a national urge to purge….)