Archive [November 1999]

For too long, there has been no one to speak out on behalf of the persecuted artist, on behalf of the misunderstood genius, on behalf of elephant dung. But those days are over! Now comes a champion for all those talented creative souls, laboring in obscurity on excrement in all its forms, despised and rejected by a society that cannot appreciate feces on canvas. The philistines! The yahoos! The uneducated boobs! When will they ever learn that their tax dollars cannot be confiscated for a higher cause than a museum exhibit of artistically placed manure? Well, they are learning it now, thanks to the Icon of Illinois, the St. Joan of Arkansas, the Madonna of D.C. Finally, the beleaguered art community has a protector: the patron saint of poop, Hillary Rodham Clinton.