I recently checked out a book from the library containing speeches and quotes from the late Robert Kennedy.

While the speeches contained in the tome are articulate and insightful, my current favorite quotes instead come from Lisa D’Amato’s new song “Ace of Spades.”

In her song, which geniusly combines archaic hip-hop slang, cliches and non-existent words, D’Amato promotes running wild and looking pretty.

While I can’t concur when she claims “I can dance and spit some rhymes,” I have to give credit where credit is due.

As I drink my Dasani water from a glittery, rhinestone-encrusted Pimp Cup as all wild runners and pretty lookers should, I can’t help but think D’Amato is probably doing the same at home in Los Angeles. You may remember her from Cycle 5 of “America’s Next Top Model” as the borderline alcoholic girl who, after being ostracized by the other models, got drunk and became friends with a fern whom she christened Cousin Itt.

Although D’Amato doesn’t meet many of the prerequisites for running wild and looking pretty, it seems as if her being on reality television and residing in L.A. has given her the know-how to competently keep up with yours truly. Not only can she keep up, but she can also offer practical advice to newcomers.

To Lisa D’Amato, I raise my goblet.

When she proclaims, “What’s you gonna deal me, the ace of spades? I count my cards, I know how it’s played,” her aptitude is evident. D’Amato, like the best of us, is confident and ready to handle anything life throws at her. She’s “standing here with no fear.” When life hands her lemons, she makes margaritas.

It’s important for any wild runner or pretty looker to remain true to who they are and ignore negative criticism. The only person you need to please is yourself. I agree with D’Amato when she challenges haters to “Call me what you want because I’ll always be real. People are going to talk about you anyway; you might as well give them something fun to say.”

While many may refer to our fashion style as white trash or crackhead chic, there is nothing sexier than people who may not be the most attractive but think they are. It’s those people who cause others to look at them with an open mouth, see their style and have no doubt they like what they see. I maintain that running wild and looking pretty benefits society, possibly more so than charitable works, going green and being a good parent.

To running wild and looking pretty, I raise my goblet.

Since I am not the best with scheduling (among other things), I’m not sure if this is my final column of the semester or not. Since it may be, I leave you with these wise parting, or party, words, “I’ll have a drink, and I don’t pop pills, and I ain’t a stripper, but you can still throw me some bills.”