The New York WorldRecent postsMy Vice President- September 16, 2008 My very first thought about Sarah Palin That would be: I want to have sex with her. Want to lick that face and drool on it like a dog. I found an old clip of her on Charlie Rose. Wow, she can sure keep up with Charlie, no problem! Dodged that one nicely.&160; What a delightful nose! Then during her speech at the convention: No cleavage No fair. Slurp slurp. O.K., Im only going to say this once: Sarah Palin is much better-looking, smarter, wiser and savvier than 99.5 percent of the hysterical...http://www.observer.com/2008/style/my-vice-president Black Comic Introduces McCain- September 9, 2008 What up, RNC! (cheers) You white motherfuckers! (laughter) This conference so white, Helen Mirren tried to snort it! (laughter) Yall the whitest white people in the history of white people. Even Barbara Bush sitting here right now going: These are some white motherfuckers. (laughter) Youre so white, your vice presidential nominee got the word pale in her name! (laughter, applause) Look at this place. I cant believe this shit! Yall couldnt find one single brother (shouting) There is...http://www.observer.com/2008/style/black-comic-introduces-mccain Crosstown Bus- September 9, 2008 I was limping around the sticky town looking for a pair of Sperry topsiders because the cheap sneakers I had bought were giving me blisters. At Union Square, secretly eyeing Filenes Basement, I decided to spend my limited disposable income on flowers instead of raiment, so I headed West to Chelsea Market. On the crosstown bus I sat down next to a little fat woman who immediately asked me for change. I said if you want change, vote for Obama. I thought that was clever, but she was voting for...http://www.observer.com/2008/style/crosstown-bus The Secret to Surviving New York- September 2, 2008 A few months ago, at the beginning of a holiday weekend, I was waiting, for what seemed like hours, in a dingy Budget Rent-a-Car office on the East Side. I had a reservation, but there were no cars. I waited, and waited, stewing, periodically asking when my car would be ready and getting a helpless shoulder shrug. Then a woman came storming into the office. Is Jose here she demanded loudly. Jose always handles my reservations. Jose The other people and I looked at each other. Did this woman...http://www.observer.com/2008/style/secret-surviving-new-york |