by Scoobie Davis
If You’re Involuntarily Crapping your Pants From Bad Meat, Thank George W. Bush
When I moved, my subscription to Playboy didn’t follow and I just got the October 2003 issue. I was not disappointed. There’s a picture of Jennifer Connolly topless on page 38. It’s the back to school issue that has a pictorial of the babes of the Big Ten (I’m a Buckeye but I have to confess that I was smitten by Yen Shipley of the University of Michigan and her Brazilian cut; note to Hef: make her Playmate of the month). Plus there’s an excerpt from Molly Ivins and Lou Dubose’s forthcoming book, Bushwhacked: Life in George W. Bush's America. Ivins and Dubose document how the Bush Regime weakened USDA regulations on meat enacted during the Clinton years; the GOP is a subsidiary of the meat industry which doesn’t care if you contract Listeria or other diseases caused by bad meat, mainly cold cuts. The article is not a pleasant read. Does anyone want to bet that the luncheon meat served at the White House is checked for Listeria? Then why isn’t the meat sold at the grocery store checked? Just wondering.