One of my heroes (unknown to me and I don't even have an e-mail address) took his/her camera into my adopted hometown of San Francisco to shoot the appearance of Barry Hussein Obama yesterday for a mega-rich billionaire fund-raiser.
(Barry is for the little people, of course, and his wife Michelle wants to make sure no one makes TOO much money, because we need helpers in society--excluding the millionaire Obamas, of course.)
I get a huge kick out of this because I brought 5,000 of my closest friends to the Getty Mansion in 1998 (yes, we are talking the oil heir Gordon Getty) to Pacific Heights, my very first activist rally during the impeachment of Hilllary's husband...and Billy-Jeff wasn't happy to see us.
In fact, he grew red-faced when he saw me in front of the Getty Mansion with my bull-horn, and 15-foot banner supporting all the women Mr. and Mrs. Clinton maligned.
Paula. Juanita. Gennifer. Elizabeth. Kathleen. Well, you get the idea, if you were paying attention in the '90's.
Talk about Deja Vu.
Pacific Heights is the snootiest address in town. The Getty's are some of the wealthiest people in the country.
They are rooting for Obama, in fact, they are Obama obsessed.
So they brought together all their richy-rich friends to donate.