Russ Feingold. Now a big-shot with the Obama reelection campaign. Super-PAC money galore. Of course, when it’s YOUR Super-PAC, it’s good; when it’s the other candidate’s Super-PAC it’s “anonymous special-interest money”. Dammit, Russ – run for Governor. You and Tommy would make for the most interesting election in state history, and to be honest, no matter which of you two is elected, the people of the state win.
Pat Richter. Didn’t do what he said he was going to do, and put a note of reprimand into John Chadima’s file back in the late 90’s when a drunken Chadima asked a star UW football player to drive him home, and the kid got picked up for DUI. The slime that keeps oozing from the Chadima saga is enough to make you puke. Man, that jock club over there at the big college on the lake is one closed society. Everybody’s got everybody else’s back. Unless it’s a little guy.
The UW School for Workers. They caved to pressure from that pissant Steve Nass and his blowhard mouthpiece Mike Mikalsen, and cancelled an art show scheduled next month which would have featured the art and creativity of the poster-makers, singers, songwriters, videographers and others who used their talents at the Capital uprising last year. Never mind that a lot of this stuff was used recently in an exhibition put on by the Smithsonian; pecker-head Nass doesn’t like it and threatened the school’s funding if they went ahead with the show.
Rick Santorini. Yah, I know that’s not his name, but that’s what I call him, because that’s what Tony Soprano called him. You want to make the election about evil, birth control, abortion, and religion? Really? Really? That’s what you got – Obama is a muslim and birth control is evil? Nice platform, loser.
Winter. This is it? This is what you got? Not a single snowfall of six inches or more this “winter”? Last December I dropped eleven-hundred bucks to buy a snorting beast of a snowthrower, which was used twice last year and not once so far this winter. I’ve only used my little two-cycle one-stage snowthrower a couple times this year. The minute I wrote the check for that snorting beast, winter packed up and left town.
By the way, the photo of the cat, above, is one of the many intriguing images you get when you Google-image "disappointed". I just thought it was cool.