Vote for me, fellow short brown people

Hark, ’tis the season of promises. Political buzz is in the air both in the US and the RP. In the US, i’ve seen a lanky white guy, an adulterer, a chimpanzee, and now the adulterer’s wife wants to be president. In the Philippines, i’ve heard about a dictator’s wife’s shoe closet, a Filipino Charles Bronson, and a small woman with a big mole on her face. In other words I really don’t know squat about both these governments. But for some reason, no matter how distant I feel from both country’s politics, I find myself interested and doing research… and then I stop, grab a Coke, and watch TV.

When I was finished doing by intensive, 5 minute research via Google I have concluded that I must run for Leader, Master, AND Commander of the Universe because I feel I am the solution to both hunger and paparazzi: two things that both poor and rich skinny girls suffer from. Here is what I stand for: old people, the color mauve, models, Mexicans, and bok choy.

Anyway, if you vote for me, I promise that I will vote for you when you run for something.