As a colleague has just mentioned, Ringo should be the choice to play the title character in whatever biopic the networks have in plans. Ken Layne thought the same thing.
Good-Bye, Ringo. May you be buried in a yellow submarine, or just in a type of garden for the octopus, and may your body always act naturally, as in not getting up and walking around. We will miss you.
The only thing that I look forward to as this presidency takes hold is the possibility of witnessing a repeat of the scene where Nixon leaves the White House, only this time it will be another republican president in shackles leaving for prison, or a world court.
Mark Morford seems to think that as the dust settles down, these gems may become more apparent.
Wake, they will, to the increasingly obvious fact that their beloved smirkin’ president, the one who seemed to care about them so deeply just a couple weeks ago and who reached out to them and promised them the gun-happy gay-unfriendly moon in exchange for full access to their civil rights and a blank check to do whatever the hell he likes, he apparently doesn’t give a damn about them. Not anymore.
Did he, ever?
