To Obama

This is why I think you're no better than any other politician ever and why you have sadly proven me right
-You have not ended "Don't ask don't tell"
-You have not moved to repeal DOMA
-You have not ended the war in Iraq
-You have escalated the war in Afghanistan
-Your government refused to sign the Landmine Treaty
-You have reneged on universal health care, buckling under the pressure of insurer's lobbies.
And that's just the stuff I am presently furious about today.
Now I know, as many of my friends who live in the states, none of whom is actually fully American, but you wouldn't know it by the way they defend your brand of capitalism, I should keep my mouth shut about the internal affairs of your precious country.
Well, here's the thing; I am more than willing to shut up about how you stay silent as rights are denied your gay people, I can ignore the treatment of the poor and uninsured in your "land of the free", I can say nothing about the illegal imprisonment of "terror suspects", and I can turn a blind eye at your complete disregard for the environment, just as soon as you stop preaching to China about human rights while millions of US voters are disenfranchised, lecturing the Middle east about Democracy while your government is essentially run by corporate lobbyists, bullying Cuba about lack of free enterprise when your economic system is basically one of corporate welfare.
The saddest part Mr. President is that I could have written this humble little open letter 2 years ago and it would have applied just as well, except that that guy never promised to be any better, but you did.
Sadly,
Rigo

To "Hoarders"

The tv show on A&E. I must tell you that if I were a man of an older age with a heart condition, I may not have been able to live through watching the episode I saw today (my first ever).
I grew up with a mother who always hated "stuff" and had no qualms about ever throwing anything away, be it something that was no longer useful, or a cherished childhood memento which caused me to want to live in the same way; so watching people live in the mess and filth in which they do has made my heart race. I don't understand how people just do not want to live in a clean place, but then of course it's like saying "why don't people just go on a diet?", it's a disease, but that's beside the point. This show is like crack, anxiety causing crack, every minute that goes by makes me want to clean something or slap the people in your show. I am so conflicted, do I love it or hate it? All I know is that I never want to watch anything else again in my whole life.
I will keep watching.
Dearly?
Rigo

To consumers

Everywhere. Why is it that I was able to buy a camera that, just by the pure numbers it advertises, is twice as good as the one I bought 4 years ago for more than double the price, at half the price? How come I always do that? and how come the cameras I could have bought then for the price I bought the one today (if you could even find a camera for that price then) were not as good as the recently bought? what is the secret? and when will I be able to buy the $3000 camera I scoped out at the store this afternnon for a couple of hundred bucks?
Inquiringly,
Rigo.

To yesterday's

Readers. I felt as if there was something missing from the post about our sloppy-drunk Ken-doll-drag-queen-christmas-tree-angel (wow those are a lot of nouns), and I finally figured it out. As with all successful make-overs, we need to see the before and the after, so here they are.
Dearly,
Rigo.



The original cracked out angel


Decapitated



How gay is he already?


The final product

To the Angels

Hubby will be pleased if you notice the three Joan Crawford paper dolls.

Who get their wings every time a drag queen gets sloppy drunk. Here is hubby's and my homage to you both. This is the final result of years of repressed desire to have our won Barbie collection and being disappointed that my sister got them all the time, and I had to beg for years until they finally got me a blonde Ken doll (in retrospect that may be the reason I have a particular affinity to light haired men even now). Last year's crack whore Barbie has been replaces with sloppy drunk drag queen Ken. Unfortunately, Barbie was duly de-winged, stripped, decapitated and scalped with a very sharp exacto knife. This is to you out there sloppy drag queens who have both delighted and scared me half to death.
Very Merry Christmas to you and to all a good night!
Rigo

To all Christmas

Fans. Last year hubby and I decided to have an non-traditional Christmas tree so I went and bought one of those metal cones people use for their tomato vines. I decorated it with some fancy ribbons and cute ornaments and lights and called it a Christmas tree. We felt something was missing, and as with all things in life, the thing that made it better was a drag queen. A Barbie beauty made to look like a cracked out queen to sit atop our makeshift, yet beautiful, Christmas tree.
There was still something missing, and this year we have found it! Perfection is at hand. Tune in tomorrow for the conclusion of this year's improvement on our tree.
Merrily,
Rigo
p.s. You can see my dear cat Bea Arthur in the lower left hand corner of the second picture...she is tortured nightly by all the sparkly things hanging off the tree.
R.

To Sarah

Palin. Fuck off! We don't need your hare-brained ideas about our health care system needing to be dismantled and turned into a dog-eat-dog orgy of profit making.We don't want 45,000 people dying from not having access to health care, and as hard as our own government wants to follow in the dubiously illustrious footsteps of your political party's previous federal administration (look those up on Google if you're confused) we will keep trying our hardest not to become the heartless profit whores you and your pals are. Why don't you go back to Alaska and tell your daughters more lies about how Jesus will protect them from getting pregnant by just praying hard enough. Bitch!