The business loans suppose to be important for guys, which would like to ground their own business. As a fact, that is not really hard to get a short term loan.
Well, let’s see…hotter than a bastard; the War’s must be over cause there’s no Peace Movement; tasers are like IN (I even got one–I use it to pick up chicks at the bar); Obama still hasn’t done anything; and where the hell was Boots on July 3 in Montpelier?–he should have been on a horse yelling: “The OIL is Coming! The OIL is coming!”
Shit. Guess that’s about it, folks. Well, maybe a pome:
Oh it’s so shitty fuckin’ hot
MY crotch is startin’ to rot
If I were a candidate
I would make the weather great
Cause it’s so shitty fuckin’ hot
(one more time)
It’s so shitty fuckin’ hot
I can’t find a shady spot
When I’m elected in November
I won’t be able to remember
The promises I made when
It’s so shitty fuckin’ hot
We, on the Coalition to Reduce Attacks on People (CRAP), want to thank you so much for not attacking anyone lately. In the past, we have felt like you were attacking us–the good, decent, peaceful, and diversified ‘quality’ people who have made Vermont a Shangri-La for good, decent, quality people, doing (and eating) good, decent, diversified, sustainable, and quality things. Thank you so much for confining your posts to good, decent, and quality issues, like horses, family, and music–the kind of diverse and sustainable issues that we ourselves have been working on since the 70s, when we all came up here and formed our KLAN, and began working on making sure that only good, decent, and quality people had the best jobs, sat on all the various boards, held important state offices, controlled the Peace & Justice movement, and worked on raising Vermonters’ collective consciousness about the evils of cigarette smoking, junk food, haying at 5 o’clock in the morning, having couches on porches in Burlington, interrupting one of our elected-own when he/she graces us with an appearance, unsafe sugaring enterprises (oh God, our HEALTH, doncha-know!?), and all the vast diversity of ‘behavioral’ issues that need addressing to make Vermont a truly splendid place for those of us who have moved up here to take over.
Thank you so so much. We want to give you a hug. We want you to join us. Be One Of Us. We’re having a KLAN meeting at an as yet undisclosed location next weekend in Plainfield. The Pope (code-name) will be in touch with you.
Since political commentary has disappeared from this blog, let me offer these predictions on the gubernatorial race(s):
Democratic Primary
Matt Dunne: The man from Google will try to rally the youth vote. Unfortunately for him, most Vermonters have gray hair, and the youth we have are either apathetic beer-drinking woodchucks or tattooed anarchists who don’t vote.
Peter Shumlin: Despite deep pockets, he will be hurt by the fact he comes from under-populated southern Vermont, by his reputation as a State House wheeler-dealer, and by the size of his nose.
Susan Bartlett: Knowledge and practicality can’t overcome plain packaging, a late start, and lack of name recognition.
Deb Markotwitz: Well-meaning and eager, but many Vermonters agree with Randy Newman: “Don’t want no short people ’round here.”
Doug Racine: Compared to most other car salesmen, he has as much personality as a potted plant. But the teacher’s union will drag him to victory in spite of himself.
November election:
Racine will give his best impression of Bernie Sanders. But the Obama-led meltdown in Washington, the sputtering economy, and fear of letting Racine get his hands on the power to tax will lead Vermonters to choose an inarticulate snowmobiler to pilot the state for the next two years, despite the fact that Dubie’s last name is old-time slang for a marijuana joint.
Since my brother’s political forecasts are useless now due to his corporate whoredom, I will give you my view on the upcoming governor’s dance.
Dunne — you just had a baby. help the wife and give this up
Racine — droop doggy dog
Shumlin — that’s not gulf coast tar oil that just slid off pete
Markowitz — the lullaby league wants you back
Bartlett — please please pay attention to me, please
Dubie — me talk pretty one day
Steele — mixing federal with state points to novice grip
Abbot — needs a Costello
So vote for none of the above. Stay home. We’ll all get screwed the same no matter who wins.
I know what it’s like to be disappeared. Perhaps Colby went out in the wilderness and a tree fell on him. He lost his memory, and has wandered for weeks in the wilderness with only one milk jug of water, like Harry Dean Stanton in the beginning of that movie, PARIS, TEXAS. Or else, he took off for South America, assumed another identity, and will soon surface as the new military dictator of Costa Rica. If this goes on, one of us should call in the authorities. Perhaps all he needs is a good tasering to bring him back from wherever it is he thinks he is. By the way, where the Hell am I? And why am I still alive?
Really!
Hey, hay!
“Join us next week on this blog when Michael will say: ”ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ…………………….”
Lobotomy by Blog. Do the Corporate Boys know about this?
Too much hay.
I guess we are all busy making our own.
Is it true you are running for state senate from Washington County as a Progressive? Maybe we can be on the same ticket.
I didn’t post that. If it were me, I’d have signed it CHAMP.
The business loans suppose to be important for guys, which would like to ground their own business. As a fact, that is not really hard to get a short term loan.
Your blog lately is kind of like my Presidency. Why don’t we switch jobs so we’ll both have something to do?
Your silence on the issues is truly inspiring to us all. Do you need any candles? Remember the song: “All we are saying is “
It’s too hot to make hay.
Well, let’s see…hotter than a bastard; the War’s must be over cause there’s no Peace Movement; tasers are like IN (I even got one–I use it to pick up chicks at the bar); Obama still hasn’t done anything; and where the hell was Boots on July 3 in Montpelier?–he should have been on a horse yelling: “The OIL is Coming! The OIL is coming!”
Shit. Guess that’s about it, folks. Well, maybe a pome:
Oh it’s so shitty fuckin’ hot
MY crotch is startin’ to rot
If I were a candidate
I would make the weather great
Cause it’s so shitty fuckin’ hot
(one more time)
It’s so shitty fuckin’ hot
I can’t find a shady spot
When I’m elected in November
I won’t be able to remember
The promises I made when
It’s so shitty fuckin’ hot
(take it)
We, on the Coalition to Reduce Attacks on People (CRAP), want to thank you so much for not attacking anyone lately. In the past, we have felt like you were attacking us–the good, decent, peaceful, and diversified ‘quality’ people who have made Vermont a Shangri-La for good, decent, quality people, doing (and eating) good, decent, diversified, sustainable, and quality things. Thank you so much for confining your posts to good, decent, and quality issues, like horses, family, and music–the kind of diverse and sustainable issues that we ourselves have been working on since the 70s, when we all came up here and formed our KLAN, and began working on making sure that only good, decent, and quality people had the best jobs, sat on all the various boards, held important state offices, controlled the Peace & Justice movement, and worked on raising Vermonters’ collective consciousness about the evils of cigarette smoking, junk food, haying at 5 o’clock in the morning, having couches on porches in Burlington, interrupting one of our elected-own when he/she graces us with an appearance, unsafe sugaring enterprises (oh God, our HEALTH, doncha-know!?), and all the vast diversity of ‘behavioral’ issues that need addressing to make Vermont a truly splendid place for those of us who have moved up here to take over.
Thank you so so much. We want to give you a hug. We want you to join us. Be One Of Us. We’re having a KLAN meeting at an as yet undisclosed location next weekend in Plainfield. The Pope (code-name) will be in touch with you.
WE LOVE YOU.
Since political commentary has disappeared from this blog, let me offer these predictions on the gubernatorial race(s):
Democratic Primary
Matt Dunne: The man from Google will try to rally the youth vote. Unfortunately for him, most Vermonters have gray hair, and the youth we have are either apathetic beer-drinking woodchucks or tattooed anarchists who don’t vote.
Peter Shumlin: Despite deep pockets, he will be hurt by the fact he comes from under-populated southern Vermont, by his reputation as a State House wheeler-dealer, and by the size of his nose.
Susan Bartlett: Knowledge and practicality can’t overcome plain packaging, a late start, and lack of name recognition.
Deb Markotwitz: Well-meaning and eager, but many Vermonters agree with Randy Newman: “Don’t want no short people ’round here.”
Doug Racine: Compared to most other car salesmen, he has as much personality as a potted plant. But the teacher’s union will drag him to victory in spite of himself.
November election:
Racine will give his best impression of Bernie Sanders. But the Obama-led meltdown in Washington, the sputtering economy, and fear of letting Racine get his hands on the power to tax will lead Vermonters to choose an inarticulate snowmobiler to pilot the state for the next two years, despite the fact that Dubie’s last name is old-time slang for a marijuana joint.
Since my brother’s political forecasts are useless now due to his corporate whoredom, I will give you my view on the upcoming governor’s dance.
Dunne — you just had a baby. help the wife and give this up
Racine — droop doggy dog
Shumlin — that’s not gulf coast tar oil that just slid off pete
Markowitz — the lullaby league wants you back
Bartlett — please please pay attention to me, please
Dubie — me talk pretty one day
Steele — mixing federal with state points to novice grip
Abbot — needs a Costello
So vote for none of the above. Stay home. We’ll all get screwed the same no matter who wins.
This comment section is now better reading than the author’s posts (or non-posts).
Why do we even need Colby? Power to the people!
I know what it’s like to be disappeared. Perhaps Colby went out in the wilderness and a tree fell on him. He lost his memory, and has wandered for weeks in the wilderness with only one milk jug of water, like Harry Dean Stanton in the beginning of that movie, PARIS, TEXAS. Or else, he took off for South America, assumed another identity, and will soon surface as the new military dictator of Costa Rica. If this goes on, one of us should call in the authorities. Perhaps all he needs is a good tasering to bring him back from wherever it is he thinks he is. By the way, where the Hell am I? And why am I still alive?