Slumming with Gump in Franklin


...let's use caution fighting monsters...we may elect a few in the process!
…let’s use caution fighting monsters…we may elect a few in the process!


I look at these slum down and dumb down places:

Detroit, Somwhere Else, Missouri!  Madison (You bet Your Fuckin’ Ass) County, North Caroline. Stephen Kingland, Maine…Etc., etc., etc.

I look at these nowhere to go but down towns and I think of my Slum City, Franklin, New Hampshire!

We are a milled out, meth totting and welfare slinging dot on  the map. If Franklin were a person…It would be that person who intentionally wore dirty underwear  to an accident.  It, She, We, would be the STD that there is no cure for!

It is elect or re-elect a city councilmen month. Yeh, fuckin’ ha!

I'm not aware of too many things...I know what I know...If you know what I mean!
I’m not aware of too many things…I know what I know…If you know what I mean!

I suppose it is elect a Prick for Hire in the above down and out, afore mentioned towns.  See  this is  the point where the lines on the mirror and the lines on the faces of those who vote get  blurry!

I don’t think these slum towns want to  get out of their own ugly cousin way.  I know Franklin doesn’t!

We elect the same wide collar, polyester plaid suit, drinking Diet Coke…year in and year out.  I’ve been to the budget meetings and they remind me of a New Year’s celebration I went to when my late grandmother, bless her soul, had been stuck in the local Better Off Dead, home.

Detroit, Upper Maine, the Appalacha’s, it doesn’t matter.  These are towns/states you’d be caught dead in.

Franklin?  Well, these council Men, talk a good game.  Increase police patrol with policemen we don’t have because we cut the budget.  Beautify Daniel Webster’s birthplace though we are dirt poor and no one has ever heard of the man.

Through all the hoop la…There is Charles, call me, Gump, Cournoyer!  When Charles is in charge animal control is best handled with a pistol and a shovel.  Drinking on the job is great and promotes good karma with the John Deere, topless hunter Men!

What I don’t like about Gump?  He is exactly what the higher taxes and fancy suits are trying to eliminate:

My good old boys, call me, BUBBA
My good old boys, call me, BUBBA

Local Politicians that need a place to stay ever third Tuesday of the month because the wife, the girlfriend and/or the boyfriend can’t stand ’em.

Honestly, Gump believes the following…And, I would go to his grave believing so:

If it ain’t white, harass it!  If it can’t be bribed or strong armed move it to the town-line.  And, it’s Adam and Eve…Not Adam and Steve.

Gump and his cronies need a flushing. A good double plunge into the commode.  No other way to get rid of that kind of ignorant shit!


You Say You Want a Revolution

Start the Revolution Without Me
Start the Revolution Without Me (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The U.S. vs. John Lennon (soundtrack)
The U.S. vs. John Lennon (soundtrack) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In the midst of social media, I have found one redeeming quality; the right to be proven wrong.
There has been a growing long distance relationship between myself and a heterosexual male from Detroit
This meeting of the minds happened over a year ago and I am grateful for the growth it has given me everyday of my ‘not always politically correct but trying’ life.
Who doesn’t love a verbal or written spar? I have always relished in it. And, for that matter, my upbringing has called for it and embraced it. Though often I hear these words, your mouth is always getting you in trouble.’
So be it. My buddy from Detroit miles and piles of shit in between our locales, is liberal, political, substantial and disabled! What a find! With very little encouragement on my part, D, as I will call him, will find the smallest hole in an argument and take it to the highest plateau…drop it and see what it hits on it’s way down.
Today and tonight our focus is on Too Much Government! Too Many Cooks stirring the Biochemical Pot, so to speak.
Perhaps, D is right, it isn’t that there is too much government but more along the lines of too much trash talk and not enough put your money where your mouth is.
Why dwell on our Dumbed Down Ambien’s of America‘s Upper Middle Class Wasteland?
Yet, spar with intellectuals who want to see change.
In a simpler manner and/or along the lines of a story I will explain exactly what I mean:
I had met Ambien/Annie Grace who could have be easily mistaken for a Brittany or a Katelyn or a Mercedes!
I had asked, ‘so you are voting for Obama, right?’
Response, ‘Nope, my Father Floyd says he wants to ruin Medicare and offer hand outs to the poor.’
Aghast I spoke with as even a tone as I could muster, ‘but you’re gay! How could you even remotely think of voting for someone who can’t stand the ground you walk on?’

Response from Dumbed Down Twenty-Something, ‘gee, I never thought of it that way. I don’t plan on getting married any time soon, though…if that means anything’

What is right? What is wrong?
If we don’t push our educated selves into seeing beyond the glass slipper we will fail to make any change. To educate via a high education is one thing. To acquire the necessary depth it takes to make ineffectual effectual actually requires the wanting to go beyond words and to search for their meaning.
Thank you, D, you are a delight in a world ashen and paled by devices devised to make us more convenient.
Shame on you parents, colleges, workplaces and a vast array of other Holier Than Thou Institutions for sending these kids out into the world with their thumb up their ass and their diploma a flag of still waters running not so deep.