So, there I was, at my parents’ house, loafing outside under a ficus tree, reading the words of Lord Acton when the telephone rang.
You must understand, getaway vacations are valuable at this stage of my life where I have become the Ashevillage Idiot. For some reason, folks think I have nothing better to do than follow Councilman Bryan Freeborn around with a stenopad, transcribing sound bites into hype for a game of mind control everybody is too enlightened to play these days. Nobody else wants the three city council correspondent positions I currently hold, because life is too short to waste on sports-jock cliches, stories of my daddy and my granddaddy, New Age logical fallacies, and all the other garbage hurled over the dais at city hall. Citizens are grumbling because the office of City Councilperson beckons to naive hystrionics who think public service is all about getting their face on the silver screen or overriding liberties with program after program of failed Communist pipe dreams.
After four years of council meetings, I feel I am only using the outermost millimeter shell of my brain, don’t have time for wisdom, and haven’t seen my soul lately.
Now, about that phone call: Our friend Chad Adams wanted to interrupt my vacation to share a cartoon with you. It is against my religion to judge, but I like the artwork, so against my better judgment, here’s a hyperlink to what the liberal press thinks of the latest Democrat power-grab in Freakin’ Asheville.
