Garland Marriott June 15. 2012
Katrina Pierson walked into the Grand Ballroom of the
Garland Marriott. She was feeling feisty. She had just shoplifted some new
panties from the JC Penny and she couldn’t to drop them on the floor.
It had been a while. Katrina had always been a political
person. She had decided that it was what really interested her. She had a
degree in biology. But it was the body politic that interested her.
She had started out working for the Democrats. Barack Obama
spoke to her. He was half white and half black just like her. Her mother had
abandoned her too. Giving her up for adoption and then taking her back. Like an
overdue library book. Her father was black just like the President. He
abandoned her too. Not as exotic as a Kenyan exchange student. Her father was
just a garden variety low life who left her in poverty and was only her father because
he had an extra two dollars. Still she felt that she had an affinity for the
Jug Eared Jesus.


