I remember when the bullies around here used to kick sand in my face. I was just a little girlie man to them then. Not any more. I've got my black belt in political jujitsu.
Neil and his boys thought they had me down and out on the PGE deal. And what was their best shot? "We're different from Enron. None of our executives are disgraced criminals." Oops. God doesn't punish with a stick. Now their local management team is about as welcome as a pair of low-rider jeans at the Arlington Club.
The mayoral endorsement sure rocked somebody's world. Did I call it right, or what? There is such a thing as too much money. That campaign's made more mistakes than a Severn Trent billing system.
Silly old timers, they think they can still intimidate me. The other morning, I went to the porch to get the paper, and there's a dead salmon, wrapped up in campaign finance reports printed off the internet.
Don't they know they're messing with the wrong guy? I know a couple of gentlemen you can ask about that. One is in Liberia. I'm not sure where the other one is – probably pitching a skating rink somewhere.
Posted by Erik at May 22, 2004 01:06 AM