Kerry on the mystery bulge...?

I had hoped that my lovely ladyfriend could write this post, but her college load -- five tough classes, heading toward finals -- prevents her from doing any blogging.

You may recall that in a previous post, I talked about an appearance made by John Kerry on behalf of the man who is sure to be the next mayor of Los Angeles, Antonio Villaraigosa. (I'm still kind of hoping Hahn wins, if only because his name is easier to spell.) I could not attend that rally, but my beloved one did.

Long-time readers will recall that this very same lady sparked a national controversy when she remarked, during a rebroadcast of the second debate, "What's that thing on Bush's back?" Her observation prompted me to write a post on what I called "promptergate." Next thing I knew, this 200-reader-a-day blog turned into a 60,000-reader a day blog. (That number has dampened considerably since the election.)

Thus it was that my lady love, the obscenely-nicknamed "Bulge Girl," showed up at the event at San Fernando Valley College. She heard Kerry speak, and then heard out Vila...Villaray...um...you know...the candidate. At rally's end, Kerry signed autographs.

Bulge Girl tried her damnedest to hand the man who should have won a piece of paper bearing these words:

"After the second debate, when you patted Bush on the back, did you feel anything unusual?"

Kerry would NOT take the paper. Bulge Girl got the distinct impression that he wanted to avoid even glancing at it, even though he signed blank pieces of paper thrust toward him by everyone else standing nearby.

But Vila...uh...Antonio (I'll vote for him if we can be on a first-name basis) did try to snatch the paper out of her hand in order to sign it!

Lord knows what he would have made of the message. Bulge Girl prevented him from taking a look at the words meant for Kerry; her actions may have miffed Antonio.

Well, folks...she tried.

She tried to get confirmation from the one objective observer who has felt Bush's back. She tried to prove, once and for all, that there really was something odd between our beloved President's shoulder blades during those debates. (By "something odd," I mean something other than the skewed view of reality bouncing around in W's cranium.)

If John Kerry makes an appearance in your area any time soon, perhaps you would care to repeat the experiment...?