"We have to get this piece of living, breathing s--- out of the office," said comedian Judy Gold whose performance--like those of Janeane Garofalo and David Cross--was liberally larded with the F-word. . . .

Garofalo last night described the Medicare prescription-drug bill that Bush signed yesterday as the " ’you can go-f--- yourself, Grandma’ bill."

Gold ridiculed Democrat Joseph Lieberman for being unable to campaign on Jewish holidays.

I went to a rally in Atlanta about three months ago, perhaps the same one to which the lovestruck gentleman in your story went. Anyhow, the people who entertained the crowd while the governor was wrapping up a previous engagement were a complete embarrassment.

First, a "poet" took the stage, and reeled off an Amiri Baraka-lite poem about exploding owls how America should look in the mirror when it tries to pin the blame of September 11 on someone, and how there were lots of poor people in America. I don’t know much about spoken-word poetry, but this thing sucked on both aesthetic and polemical levels.

Next, a guitar-strumming bum took the stage and sang a stridently anti-Bush song, asked the audience if it was "fully loaded" yet, and added "f---" to a few blues covers (as far as I know, it wasn’t John Kerry in disguise). I turned to my roommate in shock, and he at me.