Now kids, I'm going to get serious. Here is my parody political broadcast... About the american election. DISCLAIMER: I'm Danish, know little of politics and I'm generally a moron half the time. Now... America's new president should be: Al Gore! It's obvious. Allow me to explain... Anyone like Monthy Python? Remember that sketch about tinny and woody words? Now say Al Gore. Gooooooore. A-a-a-l Go-o-o-o-re. That's woody as hell! I'm not saying that Bush is a tinny word. But George is on the tinny side. Anyway, Gore is the woodiest name I can think off in the political life. So elect him! Also about Bush, you know... come on. What do you want the world to think about you? That you have so little imagination that you'll actually elect a president with the exact same (well, almost) name as one of the previous ones? Can you imagine how hard we'll laugh at you? " I think George Bush is the greatest president we've ever had" "No, it's George Bush!"... can you imagine the fights? So vote Gore! You know it makes sense.

Speaking of politics (no, really, that was what I was talking about. Honestly). I saw Georgie-boy on the tv. Zapped into CNN. Wow, he's a drunk bastard, doesn't that support my Gore theory? Nah, it was a sad sight. Like something from a movie. All the journalists and flashes going off. Seeing a man fear that all he's worked for is ruined by something he did more than 20 years ago. And how many ways can you ask the same question? "Is there anything else you're hiding?" "Are there any other mistakes you haven't told about" etc etc. What do they expect he'll say? "Oh yeah, I was on Crack from 1979 to '84. And I killed that guy in '95...". ...Well, should it matter that he drove under the influence? I don't know. It's a long time ago. But what if he'd hit someone, killed someone. People die because of drunk drivers. Corrie had a friend who was killed in an accident. She told me about it. On the "anniversary" of his death I went to his site. I practically cried when I read the guestbook. People were still signing it. Like they were talking to him still. And on another site there was such a hatred against the person responsible for his death. A person who was driving while drunk. A killer. Killer cars. It had his home address and a subtle encouragement to go beat his ass up. A lot of hatred. But anyway, what do I know? It was 24 (I think) years ago Bush did that. He paid for it. Did his time. Paid the fine. And ultimately I don't care. Whoever is president... won't affect me. Well, it will of course because it's fairly big country he'll lead. Some even say America is important in the world. Psssh... but I can't effect the election. Apart from all the people who'll read my woody/tinny theory. So whatever. Politics make me sick anyway. I just thought seeing Bush bathed in flashlight and incriminating questions was sad.
Enough politics! Back to my exciting life! I am a sexy bitch, and I'll be president of America in 2012. This I promise.

oh oh oh, I forgot something the other day. Guess what I saw when I went to the shop? Christmas decorations!!! Isn't that just lubberly? It must have been november 1st right? I could almost feel the christmas spirit fill me. And I'm so inspired that todays Pumpkin Radio will be:

CHRISTMASTIME

we watch the children playing
beside the christmas tree
the presents are wrapped up
so beautiful and secretly the gifts still hide
the fun awaits for you inside.

i remember dreaming
waiting hoping praying for this day
now i sit and watch them
the little ones i love so excited by the wait.

and the word is given
time to peek inside
time to let the toys out
waited for just your surprise.

christmastime has come
there'll be toys for everyone
'cause christmastime has come for you

That was one of the first songs I ever downloaded. I remember getting napster. Worrying that I was doing something illegal (!!!). Searching for pumpkins. Finding christmastime. Trying to download it from a 33.3k modem user. Who got mildy annoyed. Eventually I got it. I think it's a great song. Reminds me of christmasses gone by. A slightly sad and melancholic feeling. Remember when christmas was actually something special? Remembering the excitement and happiness. The unity of the family. The innocense lost. Long lost. Did I ever believe in Santa? I don't remember. I'm sure I must've. But when you grow up you have to stop believing in him. I like comparing Santa to God. People expect you to stop believing in Santa. But they encourage you to believe in God. Even though they're both so unlikely if you look at it without faith. Keep the faith. There's no santa. There's no god. Correct me if I'm wrong. But I still got presents. Yeah. Christmas time is here for you. Happy christmas readers!

By the way I want to win Billy Corgan's guitar in the Machina Mystery Competition. So if anyone can please tell me what Machina is really about please email me. I'm sure it's better than my theory "Machina is about a rockstar gone mad". So help me out people.

I want to draw. I wish I could draw. Unfortunately my hands are clumsy and uncoordinated. I can't really draw well. I can only draw faces. Not well, but interesting. When I was at gymnasium I'd sit in the corner, as I've done all my life, and draw on the table. I'd keep the drawing alive. When you draw on a school table it tends to get blurred and lose intensity. It gets erased. But I'd keep drawing on this face. When there was a break I'd focus my attention on the drawing, avoiding social contact with my classmates as much as possible. A great choice, no? It was a sad face. Most faces I drew were sad. Had an air of sadness over them. Yeah, the symbolism is deep... But I wish I could draw properly. Or do something really creative. I wish I could write a book. I've tried. But I don't have it in me. I wish I was someone. Leave a mark. I've had my name in two books that I've helped publish. I was in a picture in the newspaper when I was 10 or something. Our class was part of a big international lego project. I want to be famous. I want to live forever. I want to be president of the united states of america. Lump lump, she's in your head. I need attention. I need to hide away. I'm torn. Today is the greatest. Day. I've. Never. Known.

I wanted more than life could ever grant me.

I want nothing more.

But I can't escape the fact

That I still bleed.

I wanna turn you on

I wanna turn you on forever

I wish you could all hear what I hear. Or something else like it ...lover...

Let me be your lover, you zero, the face in your dreams of glass

Just let me pretend...

G'night. (who wouldn't be the one you love?)

NP: Pumpkins - Glass and the Ghost Children (dna is reaching out to your frequency)

...and if you need her, you know that she'll be there...