Watching TV with my mom last night, public-interest show on LA's PBS affiliate, Life and Times, so weird, so weird. The main interviewees were Larry Flynnt and some alien toupee from Claremont College. So weird, so weird. Claremont is the alien landing area in southern CA. It's their entry portal, you'll notice a lot of the anti-human thought pieces originate from Claremontian sources. So that was all weird by itself. Then.
Then.
Oh then.
They have a segment intro I missed because I was fixing dinner, but as I hit the couch, the piece's journalist, Val Zavala, is talking about the governor, the whole piece is about the pressure to widen gaming permissions in California, which already has Indian Casino gambling, and semi-real card houses, as well as close proximity to the Lucky State, Nevada. So Claremont-alien vs. porn-king rogue is kind of the main bout, but Zavala's introducing Gov. Schwarzenegger into it all as I sit down, and the visual is quick but it opens with some Atwater-esque ectomorph stepping back from the dais-und-mic as Arnie moves forward. But.
But.
Oh but if you follow the ectomorph he fades to the background to the left of the speaking governor and there's an ecto-chick there, with cheekbones and no cleavage, bright red sweater, no cleavage, pasted-on smile, no cleavage, skinny, hair sort of prim but nice, and ecto-dude gets right in behind her and she jumps.
Forward, her smile drops and recovers in an instant, but she definitely jumps, she's startled and a grimace of pain flashes across her face, the smile comes back instantly and ecto-dude he's smiling too like a snake if snakes smiled but you can see his arms are where they'd be if he was shoving her from behind, hard, in little micro-shoves, he's irritated, and she's scared, you can see the fear, she's supposed to be smiling, she's smiling again, but the fear, and half-turning toward him for instruction but he shoves her again, jabs her, she's not supposed to look at him she's there to be seen, a part of Arnie's uber-camo, and she's radiating that fellatio-on-demand thing, you can see it, on her knees or in the car, or as here, smiling and prim and ready to do what she's told, right out in public, in broad daylight, in front of God and everyone.
