I was still living in California during the Grey Davis recall hullaballoo, and the follow-up election. There were so many whackjobs running, from Huffington to Gary Fucking Coleman - it would have been funny if I could've forgotten that we were talking about the governorship of an actual state with actual people in it. I was confident that the liberal state would somehow know better than to elect Arnold (don't feel like typing and retyping Schwarnzenhuggerfifegnuggen over and over), even if he's supposed to be a moderate. He's not. AND he's a fucking ACTOR. An actor! Even worse, an action film star! And WORSE than that, a grabass body builder with a heart condition (surely not because he used to juice up). Hahaha.

And then they elected him. Oh well.

I went to the Border Governors Conference in June, and most of them were in attendance. Naturally, I kept an eye out for Arnold. It had occured to me at some point that OH YEAH he's the actual and real and official Governor. Maybe he'll be there?

And he was On. It's like he was in character. It was kinda weird.