My pal Chris E just called from New York. He’s sick and tired of being sick and tired and is making a call to action! He took it upon himself to call twenty friends and remind them to vote tomorrow.

Something got jarred inside me. When did I stop being so involved? When did I decide that sitting on my ass was preferable to trying to make a difference? When did I just stop caring?

I can’t answer that here and now. But I know two things:

1. That it’s supereasy to play “pass it on” when one has fingers and a computer; and
2. That sex helps grease the viral process (to mix a disgusting metaphor.)

So, I put to you, my loyal fan base of about six, to get revved up by watching the sexy Lady Miss Kier (pictured above) who urges you to grab her and kiss her vote, baby, vote. Then tell a bunch of people to vote, goddamit! Then vote, yourself. You’ll get a sticker and a nice smile from a senior citizen, probably. Maybe even a cookie and a more liberal presence in the House of Representatives.

Voting (if nothing else) will grant you the right to complain about your city, county, state, or country. As of 11/7/06, your voting stub will be required in order to bitch and/or moan about anything political. This will be strictly enforced! By me!