A moody kid sits in the corner of the highschool art room, sealed off from the world by a pair of crappy headphones... the kind with the foamy cushions that come free with a new walkman. He's listening to "Pretty Hate Machine" by an awesome new band called "Nine Inch Nails" while painting a nude girl all in blue...

At the height of my teen angst period (which still isn't over at 28) the country was all pumped up for the Gulf War and Bush (the older, sneakier, and less idiotic one) was the president. I was pretty pissed off about the whole world of politics and was starting to realize that the god to whom I pleaded day and night wasn't just "busy doing other things," but rather, just wasn't there at all. One of my favorite bands at the time was Ministry (back before they became a wannabe death metal band). I had a copy of their single, "Burning Inside" on vinyl.

A few weeks ago, while rooting through lots of old crap, I stumbled across the record. I stood and stared at the sleeve for a minute. Something seemed strange....

OH SHIT! IS THAT BILL CLINTON???