Can't Get U Outta Mah Weave / click to enlarge
What an exhausting day yesterday was, and for the first time in her political career Imelda’s game didn’t involve colluding, strong-arming or vote rigging/buying - just good ol’ fashioned door-to-door democracy.
Which
I LOATHED.
Why?
The adage ‘old dog new tricks’ couldn’t be truer and while my political instincts
goaded me into making delusional promises like ‘no child in Imelda’s sweat
shops will live in hunger’, these fanciful declarations (made in the heat of
the moment) weren’t going to win this competition.
The
decision lay in the hands of people beyond even Imelda’s reach, the LuisaViaRoma
Buyers.
So
with that in-mind, Imelda sought council from the Despotic Eight, none of whom
could suggest a tactic that didn’t involve murder, poisoning or bullyboy
antics.
So I
decided to demonstrate the might of the people (which ironically, is how Ferdi
and I were swept from power) and your responses were apocalyptic in their swiftness.
And while all your ‘comments’ and/or ‘likes’ ultimately have no bearing on whether or not the Despotic Queen will be in Paris for Fashion Week (it’s over to those zebra short-shorts to weave their magic) it has confirmed that after 24 years out of office, Imelda’s still got herself a set of mad politico skillz…and without her Imeldettes, she is NOTHING!
Gotta love Zebra shorts!
Posted by: Rebecca | February 04, 2010 at 10:24 AM
If they don't send you to Paris, I will cry in my soup. I swear.
Posted by: Sally | February 05, 2010 at 02:13 AM