Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my dears!  How are you?  I'm so sorry for "disappearing" last week, but Lord Zoltar made an appearance on my front steps.  Señor Zanza thought it was best if I hide while he dealt with Zoltar.  So I did.  And I didn't come out for 24 hours - too late to post my blog.  So I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Well, it looks like winter is here even though it's only early November.  You can say it's too early or it's too late, but you can't change the changing of the seasons.  How miserable.  I hate the s-word so early in the season.  Aaargh!

The Irregular Fantasy Football League continues.  The Orbliterators and the Racine Irregulars have already earned playoff spots

(Click to enlarge.)  I've dropped a couple of spots and the Half-Astrophysicists are on the way up.  How exciting!

Also exciting is the Common Council's attempt to silence Mr. Harry Wait.  Watch this:

Isn't it good to know that our civic leaders are so concerned with covering up the facts?  Why are they so scared of a single man stating the facts?  The fact of the matter is that the facts point to our government as being abusive of the facts and hiding behind them.  What a witches' brew is Racine politics.

I personally know Mr. Harry Wait.  He is very thorough in documenting the facts behind any statement that he makes.  How scared our city fathers and motherfathers must be of the truth.

In retrospect, the city papas felt that Mr. Wait should have been "gaveled down."

In retrospect, the Common Council and Butterball's Rangers should be removed from office.

Oh my!

Don't forget to respect one another:

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