POST MORTEM

Okay, so it was a pretty dull night, not a lot of nail biting, and it's sad to see the whole thing over, But I was happy with the result-- yes, I came to love Obama! Michelle too, but not all of us here at PeepHole can say the same. Some bitches are so threatened.

But-- what that hell was she wearing last night? Black dress with red splotch and shiny cummerbund? And what about Jill? Someone should have told her the event called for black dress-- she stuck out like a giant sore lime.

Sad to see those other bitches, Cindy and Sarah, relegated to the scrap heap. Cindy will no doubt to continue to scare small children even outside the Hallowe'en season, and Sarah will run off with Joe the Plumber so he can help lay that giant pipe across Alaska.

LINGERING

Obama's set to announce his Veep pick this Wednesday, and Patrick Healy revives (even as a longshot) the long-dead hopes Hillary might be the choice.

Okay, so it's probably going to be one of two B's-- Joe Biden (he of the impeccable credentials and pecked-at hair plugs), or Evan Bayh (he of-- what? Indiana. He can deliver Indiana!). But even the idea of Hillary once again part of the race, bringing some depth and fire to the tediousness of Obama-McCain-- and not that I want it, girl is all set for '12 or even '16-- I'm so hungry for someone real and compelling, I would get down on my knees and suck Obama's purple lipstick, and even the pulsating, vascular sausage of Michelle, should they deign to recognize the rest of us not blinded (and now aghast) at the empty rhetoric and limp-wristed responses of Camp Obama.

TELL ME, WHO ARE YOU THIS TIME?

Here's Scarlett as viewed through our Peephole. Watch your back, Scarlett. We see you. We don't tolerate any tweenie idol worship here. Barack is no Jonas Bros--I'm sure his balls have dropped by now. If, instead, we had been outside your door, we might have overheard your squeals of delight upon receiving those loving emails from Barack. Unfortunately, it was all in your head, the same place where the sound of your voice singing Tom Waits is acceptable.

She recently told Politico, "You'd imagine that someone like the senator who is constantly traveling and constantly 'on' - how can he return these personal emails? But he does, and in his off-time I know he also calls people who have donated the minimum to thank them." Well, Barack 'threw her under the bus' (as politicos love to say these days):

Speaking to reporters aboard his campaign plane, Obama said the actress doesn't have his personal email address. "She sent one email to Reggie, who forwarded it to me," Obama said, referring to his 26-year-old personal assistant, Reggie Love. "I write saying, 'thank you Scarlett for doing what you do,' and suddenly we have this email relationship."

Ouch. I think Michelle has something to do with this. Scarlett looms large above the Soon-Yi/Woody marital bed-- you know Michelle doesn't want any competition in that arena. And what is that thing Scarlett does anyway? Is it this? --


Come on, don't be mad, turn around...I'm sorry I said that. We DO have an email relationship. We DO!

[photos courtesy ATCO Records and the film Lost in Translation]