Four things: Bubba, Obama, punk ass kids and sheep herders again
Well, sheeiit. What I was thinking of came true. Old “Bubba” Engen ran in the marathon. Well, run is giving him too much credit. He hoofed part of it. That’s what the paper said. Almost busted my own gut laughing. Said that some charity pleaded with him to go do the marathon to raise money, knowing that he couldn’t in the shape he was in. So he went to some “trainer” and started trying to get the weight off, went and got a salad everyday for lunch. He was going to go under the knife and get his stomach tied off. Maybe a veterinarian can do that? Jesus H Christ – just stop eating so damn much. But he felt bad for the charity, so he figured he drop some poundage and risk a heart attack and try and walk part of the marathon. So, good luck, Bubba. Have to see where you come in. The paper even called you “obese.” Maybe the free lunch and picnic you’ve been getting from the paper is over with.
And hah, you Obama types are choking down some crow right now, ain’t you. ‘Ol Obama was going to save the world and change the world and do this and that so much you’d think he had a halo around his head. Well, he goes and votes for more government spying when all these kids who helped raise millions of bucks for him thought he was the best thing since sliced bread and couldn’t do a damn thing wrong. Hah. And now he says we’re going to stay in Iraq and even go to Afghanistan, too.
It’s a bitch when the “trust me” and “make me king and I’ll save the world” type goes and changes his tune because he is, after all, just a politician. Yup. When you liberal wankers going to realize that? He’s just another liar, trying to get elected. They’re all the same. But you young punks think you’re shit don’t stink and well, hell, we should all vote and give money for the candidate who is going to change the world. Just watch. He’ll change his tune on anything to get elected. Can’t trust him.
And that god awful shit that punk ass kid was shouting over the yakers in Moo Town last week on Thursday night. I mean, the music is OK, but christ we don’t need some punk yelling his commentary so loud yo can hear it all the way cross town.
This is Moo town. That’s the river. It belongs to us all, not some punk polluting it with noise on a nice evening. I wanted to plug him in the head with a rock but my aim ain’t what it used to be. The river ain’t supposed to be commercialized and sold down the river for a few selfish ‘yakkers and some shit they sell called Red Bull. Kayakers are selfish bastards.
Hey, maybe these liberal wankers can get Obama back here to call out during one of them yaker rodeos. Don’t know what Bubba could be for one of them rodeos. A whale, maybe?
And of course that mexican sheep herder on the mountain is jumping like a jumping bean. Some damn fool went and gave him money for doing his job. Christ sake. Now, every mexican in old mexico is going to hear from this guy’s family how some stupid white guys gave him more money – I said more money – for being a sheep herder. In Moo Town. So every mexican is going to want to come to Moo Two to heard sheep. Or cut grass. Or do whatever job that white guys won’t do.
Hell, give me money for writing this blog. I’m poor. I’m living on what little I got and social security. What’s the difference between me, enlightening the population of Moo Town and some mexican sheepherder letting sheep mow the weeds on the mountain?
All that needs to be said it just what that woman in the news said, the woman who runs the agency that mexican was hired through. What did she say? “That’s silly.” Damn right.
And while you’re at it, burn the rest of the mountain. Hell, get some good grass growing up there. The prairie needs to burn every few years. That’s what all you Moo Towners need to know. It’s called Nature. Something most of you city folks don’t know nothing about.
Till next time, suckers. And go help out your fellow drunk on the street.
