Live from D.C.

Maybe this blogging thing is getting a little old. I need my own radio show! Time to reach a bigger audience, and I've got plenty to say. I'm tired of being shushed. Give me a microphone and watch out! I've been practicing. I do commercials, too.
Went to the White House yesterday. Got a VIP ticket for the Easter egg roll. I have to say, it was overrated. There were long lines everywhere, and I did not get to see the president. But I did see Max of Max & Ruby, and I got a souvenir egg signed by Barney and some other dog. Nice backyard, I must say.

Time to Sound Off

Someone please tell me who Kristen is! I see pictures of her everyone. In some of them she's not wearing any clothes, not even a diaper. I don't allow any pictures when I'm naked and going in the bath. Is it different when you're grown up? Tihs guy named Spitzer had to quit because he was too friendly with Kristen. Now everyone is saying Spitzer is a bad guy. But they all seem to like Kristen. They say she charges a lot of money. For what? And what is a call girl? Someone who sits by the phone and waits for you to call? Sometimes understanding the news is harder than potty training.

Wait: I thought Hillary was out. Hillary is back in? What happened to Obama? I heard he had won 11 straight. In Candyland, when you win 11 straight you usually win. Everyone on TV was saying Hillary is a loser. Not any more? This is too hard to follow. And what is a superdelegate? Is it like Super Grover? No one ever explains the rules.
I'm still not getting enough privacy. The other day I was in my room when I was rudely told that I had to take a bath or I couldn't watch a video. I said, "I have to think about it. Scram!" They didn't appreciate my sounding like Oscar.