Hi to my Monkey Friends!

Ask, and you shall receive.

drug use and abuse ..... and my take on it.

the screwdriver

when good powwows go bad

or even better..... brawl at a peace ceremony.

or how about employing a level 3 sex offender? Hey, is he friends with Glenn?

Father Factfinder Speaks

This man calls himself a "reverend" and this is the kind of thing he says when mocking some of the moral decay that surrounds casinos and I would guess gambling in general:


"These things (child sex rings) are happening right now in Middleborough and the other surrounding communities. It is because of the breakdown of the family structure, which leads to a break down in moral fiber. It has nothing to do with anything (a casino)that is proposed for Middleborough."



I am not surprised at his making light of the moral issues. Hey "Reverend," casinos bring more of it. Stop making excuses and supporting the project. Why do you want to bring more decay to Middleborough and the surrounding communities? You, "Reverend," should know that gambling and its addiction "leads to the break down in moral fiber." So whose fault will it be when more of this comes to town?

Thanks Limo for the pics. I didn't know you liked sheep so much.



Reverend: worthy to be revered; entitled to reverence?

As the Kool-Aid Turns - Part 1

In this week's episode, our flying monkey friends flocked to the Middleboro Town Hall for a Halloween Party!

Naturally, a couple of the monkey's over-the-top hero worship manifested itself in both a Gladys Kravitz and Belicose Bumpkin costume! How clever! (Except, let's face it, to have been really clever, they might have attempted to dress up as the TV Gladys or an actual bumpkin.) But no. Naturally, they found inspiration (if one dare stretch the term) for these costumes in both an old photograph and a sad chapter in Middleboro's recent history that apparently (and inexplicably) still consumes pretty much them and only them.

But I must say - who is the man who dressed up as me? I don't recognize him! Love his shoes though! But I will admit I was disappointed to see that the "No Casino" tank top wasn't an exact match. But heck, not everyone can wear spaghetti straps, ain't that right, big guy?

But no matter, certainly this fellow deserves winks for stretching my size 4 shorts and his concept of a joke into a colorful XXL Halloween characature worthy of any drag queen. I am so honored!

And, while I suppose I should be taken aback by our faux 'Bumpkin' and our super-sized 'Gladys' engaging in a smooch, heck, this ain't the bluest State for nothin! Keep reaching for that rainbow, boys!

In other news, I notice our infamous CRAC chairman is still hellbent on ruining what's left of his reputation. Apparently the marshmallows weren't enough. But, one must admit, at least this time Zorro got behind the right 'man'.

Let's all save that one for April, shall we?

But seriously folks, and most importantly, let's hope town officials stamped an R or at least a PG-13 rating on this gala, seeing has how the "Bumpkin" dopleganger affixed a plastic blow-up lamb (and obviously a child's toy) to his crotch in a simulation of beastiality.

Eeewww.

Let's pray that if there were little ones present, that they weren't scandalized or confused by this so-called 'adult' behavior.

Otherwise, I sincerely hope our flying monkey friends had a great time at their soiree. Goodness knows, it's not every day you can combine your obsession with a couple of private citizens, beastiality, cross-dressing, and unbridled greed into a night of fun with like-minded friends.

Bumpkin and I are humbled by the obvious flattery. As usual, we never considered for a moment digging as deeply nor as inappropriately as you so typically have for creative ideas ways to express your views on a Middleboro casino.

Another proud moment for your movement indeed.