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michael arriving with his dry cleaning
and lyric backpack.
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michael here:
its been wild in the streets here in the epicenter
of the questioning of the democratic process 2000. maybe a
little flowery, but i think that the events of the past several
days is much further reaching than who will be our president for
the next four.
a week ago, days before the election, joe lieberman and his
family were staying at our hotel to go to synagogue, taking the
day off from the pre-election madness. there were secret service
people everywhere, they were sweet.
gore was here with stevie wonder on the
beach the night before election, and today peter and bertis went
to the rally where jesse jackson was speaking.
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on election night, we took off early from the studio to camp out
in mike's room, ordered some room service and i finally
just went to the bar
and got a pitcher of pina coladas, peter red wine, bertis was
drunk on exhaustion, he had gone canvassing the whole afternoon;
it was funny and infuriating and wooley/whooly/whooley. like
whooly mammoth, whichever it is.
here's
bertis, looking very dismayed and exhausted by the broadcasts
and the returns. we were glued to the set til 6 a.m. whatta
rollercoaster.
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mike mid evening election nite
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irritated. mary matalin was probably
on.
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me and mike disagree and i left my
dictionary somewhere.
i dont think anyone could have expected that
protests would be going on today over potential voter fraud,
miscounts, civil rights violations, closeness of the candidates
numbers in one county, or the electoral college and whether or
not it is relevant or neccessary to today's process.
as i watch tv tonite, i realize that bertis
probably spoke to at least 229 people on election day, to urge
them out to the polls, to vote. certainly, after this, no one
could ever again say, 'my vote doesn't matter.'
i'm loving the chaos.
here's mike...
Usually the hurricanes that hit
South Florida are of a different variety than the one in which
we find ourselves. It's as big as the entire United States, and
it feels odd to be in the middle of it (especially since we're
actually at the southeast end of it, but I digress). Wooly
mammoth. We are in the eye, and everyone is looking in our
direction.
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room service
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more room service
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