Dubya and the Missile Dick Chicks headed towards our yacht last weekend to transport an important prisoner to Guantanamo, Cuba, also known as Gitmo.

We stopped off at a crowded area near the beach thinking folks were there to see Billy Graham, but it was only a bunch of art freaks at Coney Island.














To make good use of the day, we inspected some real estate for potential deal-making. On the boardwalk, I spotted this evidence of craven debauchery. Now tell me, why burn a perfectly good flag when you can use it for fashion?