Oh yar, the guy is a stinkeroo alright. That ad reminded me of the Christmas when all the neighborhood boys got burp guns and we would play the battle oi the Alamo all day long. Of course we were like ten years old.
I think Cheboygan might be just a bit too far north for the heat dome that has been ruling the great lakes area the last couple weeks. I was hosting a guest from Champaign and I had to take her about to entertain her and while the city looks magnificent from the roof of the towers on a summer night all twinkling lights and the hum of folks out to have a good time on the streets below; it is quite a different thing on a midday scorcher to be at State Street level with the noise and the smells shouldering your way through a crowd that is as ill=tempered as you. Still about ten people showed up for the opening and we had a swell conversation in the air-conditioned back room, but when I took them out front to give them my art spiel most of them took advantage of proximity of the street to make their escapes. Well still it was fine.
I know you are not watching the hearings but yesterday's were pretty good with tales of tRudy and Don phoning into various state officials to get them to over rule the results of the election on zippo proof. Well the best line was the drunken gnome telling the guy they had no proof but they had plenty of theories. And then they had all these bogus elector lists of the quality of a ten year old boy's notes from his mom to excuse him for being sick. It was all so amateurish but even as I write they are collecting sacks of cash from poor dumb schlubs over it.
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