Shut the hell up, McCain.

Ed, I am just salivating at what kind of fire you will spit after this McCain speech. Because this fool has the slightest idea what the cost of flour going up, what, five-fold? means to people already trying to get by on bread? Because he has any idea what is really being lost in this 'war'? I have to turn it off before he starts talking about health care and I just start running to St. Paul so I can punch him in the throat.

What I actually want to write about is how I think I should be a biker chick when I grow up. When I was with my parents over Labor Day, in classic Holm fashion, we were watching FOX's 9 o'clock news which was heavily highlighting the Harley anniversary in Milwaukee. And the whole Harley culture is something I find admirable. Unlike the hipsters that brush past my shoulders these days, bike life is rooted in inclusion rather than based upon the principles of exclusion and elite. What? Wow.



That's all. Those bikers and their camaraderie based around two wheels and an engine, they just left me with that dumb smile for the TV that almost embarrasses me. Like when I'm watching the Olympics. Ah the human spirit.

So I need to get some more tats, I've got two trumpets and the asterisks planned. I should probably get a huge John Deere on my back for Dad and a Delicate Arch over it for friendship. Oh, and a bike. I need a sweet rock 'n roll ride. And some leather. You can see it right?