Maine: where people still know how to vote
This weekend i went to Maine. My reasoning being that this was one of the few state Kerry won. I thought it was high time for some investigative journalism. It was a long trip from the headquarters, but I was prepared with two grams of fine crystel, a ten strip, half ounce of shrooms, and some ritilan to keep my head strieght.
I settle on a bar just outside of Banger. It was a bit hickist looking, however the bar itself was a fine one with all sorts of fine poisons. I set myself down on a stool next to Richard, a logger of ten years. Talking politics can be a dangerous endeavor so I kept everything a bit trivel starting ledding Richard take the led. He was highly interesting in the football game that was being displayed on the 21 inch at the end of the bar. We stuck with the usual barroom banter, the Richard turned his head so he was looking me directly in the eyes.
" You know I am proud my state voted right even though the right man did get elected"
" Richard, my new friend, I am seriouslly ashamed of my state. The poor bastards earned their reputation this time around."
We both shared a laugh, tossed the remainers of our glasses down our throuts.
It was about that that time that this wild eyed man, in his twenties, with diluted pupals walked in. I could tell from the long hair and the look in his eyes that he was good people. I ordered another round for me and Richard, as a I watched this newcomer from the corner of my eye. Finally, I excused myself and wondered over to introduce myself.
" Got any trip"
" Who the fuck are you, man?"
"Never mind that, what is your name?"
"Raisen, who the fuck are you."
"Raisen, try this", I said passing him two hits of flypaper LSD that I had tucked away."
"why are you giving this to me?"
"Who did you vote for?"
"Kerry"
"Do I need another reason", I said as a grin over come my face.
Just then this baboon of a man stumnled into the bar screaming, " I need to celebrate morality has won, Bush won." A general mumble could be heard across the bar. I could tell from that the feeling that overtook the bar that this fool would not survive to drink his drink. Raisen started tenselly tapping his fingers against that table.
" Doesn't He know that Bush is selling out the working class, sending jobs overseas, cutting veterns beneifts, and leding America to hell?"
"Rasian, there are many people that lack the intelligence to live here."
" well, I will show him."
Rasian, got up and proceeded up to this idiot with a fork in his hand. He reached up with his right hand and grabbed the man by the shoulder as he said," Get the fuck out of this bar before I stab you in the face repeatily with this fuck, you fucking whore."
The man's eyes got that deer in teh head lights look. Everyone at the bar turned and watched as the event unfolded. This was much better that any football game. The man started to make strike Raisen in the face, but I grabbed his arm and gave him a good stern kick in the tailbone. The man let out a bellow like I had never heard. Without a word me and Raisen throw the man out to the clapping and applause of the barroom patrons.
Politics are life and death, believe me my friends.
I settle on a bar just outside of Banger. It was a bit hickist looking, however the bar itself was a fine one with all sorts of fine poisons. I set myself down on a stool next to Richard, a logger of ten years. Talking politics can be a dangerous endeavor so I kept everything a bit trivel starting ledding Richard take the led. He was highly interesting in the football game that was being displayed on the 21 inch at the end of the bar. We stuck with the usual barroom banter, the Richard turned his head so he was looking me directly in the eyes.
" You know I am proud my state voted right even though the right man did get elected"
" Richard, my new friend, I am seriouslly ashamed of my state. The poor bastards earned their reputation this time around."
We both shared a laugh, tossed the remainers of our glasses down our throuts.
It was about that that time that this wild eyed man, in his twenties, with diluted pupals walked in. I could tell from the long hair and the look in his eyes that he was good people. I ordered another round for me and Richard, as a I watched this newcomer from the corner of my eye. Finally, I excused myself and wondered over to introduce myself.
" Got any trip"
" Who the fuck are you, man?"
"Never mind that, what is your name?"
"Raisen, who the fuck are you."
"Raisen, try this", I said passing him two hits of flypaper LSD that I had tucked away."
"why are you giving this to me?"
"Who did you vote for?"
"Kerry"
"Do I need another reason", I said as a grin over come my face.
Just then this baboon of a man stumnled into the bar screaming, " I need to celebrate morality has won, Bush won." A general mumble could be heard across the bar. I could tell from that the feeling that overtook the bar that this fool would not survive to drink his drink. Raisen started tenselly tapping his fingers against that table.
" Doesn't He know that Bush is selling out the working class, sending jobs overseas, cutting veterns beneifts, and leding America to hell?"
"Rasian, there are many people that lack the intelligence to live here."
" well, I will show him."
Rasian, got up and proceeded up to this idiot with a fork in his hand. He reached up with his right hand and grabbed the man by the shoulder as he said," Get the fuck out of this bar before I stab you in the face repeatily with this fuck, you fucking whore."
The man's eyes got that deer in teh head lights look. Everyone at the bar turned and watched as the event unfolded. This was much better that any football game. The man started to make strike Raisen in the face, but I grabbed his arm and gave him a good stern kick in the tailbone. The man let out a bellow like I had never heard. Without a word me and Raisen throw the man out to the clapping and applause of the barroom patrons.
Politics are life and death, believe me my friends.