Cowboy Confessional

Guy Smith – writer, songwriter, political provocateur

Fetish Fete

Guy Smith | September 27, 2009

After 144 years you would think it odd for a black man to be publicly roped and whipped in America.
Unless it is downtown San Francisco and the one wielding the whips is a lanky blonde in a leather body suit, wearing little else aside from a maniacal grin.
San Francisco is a city where fetishes are [...]

Pelosi Paranoia

Guy Smith | September 20, 2009

Nancy Pelosi represents San Francisco – the small subsegment thereof still in psilocybin rehab overdoes from their last Grateful Dead concert.
During her weekly press parade Nancy showed an expression other than perpetual surprise, her mug permanently frozen in that latter state once she discovered that proposed health insurance legislation would not cover Botox. In [...]

Climb-not Change

Guy Smith | September 13, 2009

Damn oceans.
If you had not noticed, this joint called Earth is a soggy place. Water covers about 71% of the surface and plunges nearly seven miles down, a depth slightly deeper and colder than Al Gore’s soul. If you stood every existing human side by side they would not cover a fraction of [...]

Obama Imbecility

Guy Smith | September 9, 2009

I’m worried. The leader of the free world apparently flunked economics 101.
In a show of political desperation before a rare joint session of an even more desperate Congress, Obama glued together several months of rhetoric and even less meaningful details into a façade of a plan for rearranging American health insurance. Despite recurring [...]

Concrete Cowgirls

Guy Smith | September 7, 2009

It is Labor Day in San Francisco, which means it is again time for cowgirls gone wild.
Few parts of San Francisco are wilder than the Mission District. Mission mavens are ‘colorful’ in the same sense that parrots and flamingos are and Liberace was. Mission residents are not considered properly dresses unless their tattoos [...]