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Weekend Observations

It's Monday morning, time to begin another work week. Here are a few thoughts about this weekend...

1. Hilary Clinton did what on Saturday what she should've done weeks ago. Her heartfelt -- wink, wink -- endorsement of Barack Obama came only after her party leaders urged her to drop out of the race. On the real, though, I think that speech was probably the best one of her campaign. I hope her followers will take her advice. A related point...

2. Because Hilary waited so long to get out of the race, the Republican Mafia can now use her words against Barack. Check out this ad, paid for by the Republican National Committee. That's nerve-racking.

3. Love has no class. I attended a wedding that probably could've competed in the "Hot Ghetto Mess" category. Some of the things I saw there -- large-breasted women sans bras, children in Gators, folks with either gold teeth, no teeth, or no dental plans, etc. -- made me want to cringe. However, it was the celebration of love that made everything come together. Even the Bible talks about how love covers a multitude of sins, and it's true.

4. I think I must be country-phobic. The wedding was in a town about 55 miles away from Los Angeles, and I was completely freaked out by the ride. Yes, the mountains and rock formations were interesting and beautiful, but to me, it all looked scary. All I could think of was serial killers and dumping bodies. Even though I grew up in rural America, I don't think I could do it again.

5. Being sincere is better than being suave any day. I'll explain later.

That's it for now. Happy Monday!


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