Well...
Today I was granted a press pass to an exclusive meeting with Hillary Clinton. After entering, was asked to leave by Hillary's campaign manager, resisted, and was threatened that both myself and my cameraman would be forcibly removed. By enforcement of course, AKA the secret service. (Yes they do drive all black SUVs and wear really nice suits and look like they want to kill children). Told them I would leave. Didn't leave. Instead left my camera man to film while I ditched my press pass and took shelter among the 80 people who had been allowed into the event (only 80 could fit in the building, the other thousand people were forced to remain outside).
And after all this, due to a BIZARRE string of events involving feminism, a steak wrap, a digital camera, a bathroom, and a toothpick shaped like an American flag, ended up on national tv. Which my parents saw.
Go Obama.
And after all this, due to a BIZARRE string of events involving feminism, a steak wrap, a digital camera, a bathroom, and a toothpick shaped like an American flag, ended up on national tv. Which my parents saw.
Go Obama.