Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my lovelies!  How are you?  I'm doing well.  So far, our winter has been mild.  Hurrah!  It's only early January, so I don't want to speak too soon.  I noticed that the City of Racine fell for the weather hysteria again.  The city declared a snow emergency based upon a weather prediction.  As it turned out, we only received three inches of snow, although it was icy and windy.  It's simply stupid to trust a weather prediction.  If the weather people are shooting .500, they're doing well.  You could achieve the same results with a dartboard and darts.  Oh my.

Our ulotrichous Green Bay Packers won their divisional playoff against the Seattle Seahawks last Sunday.  Now they face the San Francisco 49ers for a conference championship (and a place on the Super Bowl) this coming Sunday, January 19.  Godspeed, our eminent Packers, godspeed!  Crush the 49ers, please!  Lay waste to them.  Destroy them and their families.  Exterminate them all!  Sieg Heil!

I happened to be watching TV the other day, when this commercial came on:

Oh my God!  He'll do anything for a buck. He's selling out himself for a commercial.  What a clown.  Just so long as he stays away from me.  Idiot!

Speaking of idiots, Mr. Mayor Cory 'Butterball' Mason is likely to veto the committee vote to restore CAR 25.  See:  He needs the money for more assistants.  Soon, Mr. Mayor will be the largest employer in Racine.  He has already forced the assessor to lower the value of his home to avoid paying punitive property taxes like his neighbors.  What a cad!  Mr. Mayor, in short, is every bit the criminal that Lying John was, but he's more sneaky.  He doesn't accept responsibility for his decisions.  Indeed, we rarely know what they are.  In public, he appears to favor any positive story that he can elbow his way into.  He is often in the Journal Times, smiling like an idiot, his face affixed to some feel good nothing story.  When it comes to the hard decisions, Butterball disappears.  He lets his many assistants deal with those matters.

Or he lets the City Administrator, Mr. Paledick, deal with the difficult decisions.  Mr. Paledick will slit anyone's throat if it means he will get ahead.  He is more like the city exterminator than the administrator.   Hail, Paledick, Butterball's enforcer!

That's it, my dears.  I love you all and hope that our weather stays tolerable.

Please be sure to respect one another.  It's our best hope for peace.
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