Mr. Frontrunning Obama now serves his views on drug reform with fresh-ground duplicitous bases-covered two-faced-ness. To wit:
You're right, Fred, about Kucinich. But Dennis (Not-for-profit single payer, anyone?) and Kooky Ron Paul (Currency debasement, anyone?) serve as stark reminders that Truthtellers just aren't welcome at the polls. That mos def includes the Surreal Bizarro World of Legislating Away Sin.
But Ciggy Suckin' Obama assures me that if I have the Courage to turn Fear into Hope, I can then turn that Hope into Change.
And Hope. And Change.
My main problem with The Wire is the ham-handed, often offensive portrayal of Baltimore's Finest as swaggering, unethical, confrontational yahoos and bullies. They're public servants -- citizens just like you or me, who want only to help local communities raise their --
-- uh, yeah.
Landsman (to Hillary??): "For you I would suggest some pantsuits, perhaps muted in color, something to offset Detective Moreland's pinstripe lawyerly affectations and the brash tweedy impertinence of Detective Freamon."
There were identical triplets working there. They wore the same clothes. They talked the same. Does no one have a comment?
My comment is that while they did all dress and talk the same, The Willits Creamery's Colli Sisters were in fact identical TWINS, plus another sister. Back in the day.
Does this help?
"Wht hppns t th Bptst Chrch s sppsd t st t th Bptst Chrch. Lk fr xmpl, Bnkl wth trckld f ghth grdrs."
Re: Hill Muffin. Guilty as charged. A roach pilfering, semi-feral child of the Willits hills...
Re: Tri-toms. Whoa, Hank. You get to repress your Frontier Daze Parade memories, while thrusting me up against the fabric of mine?
Shall I conjure the spectre of young Hank Sims' Wrangler-clad thighs straddling a bucking -- Sheep -- in the Gymkhana?
Are we to relive our shared darkest culinary days at Bordertown Express? Slinging 'Mexican' food. And burgers. And breakfast. With a drive-thru.
No, Willits wasn't always as, um, glamorous as it is today...
For the Swillits restaurant that has given me the most solid, enjoyable meals over the decades, nothing can touch Ardella's.
And here's an unconfirmed Willits legend, Dandy. I have heard from multiple locals that the Little Lake Valley is home to some unique meteorological phenomenon that makes that sweet Willits air much less (more?) prone to atmospheric pollution. Could this be true? Or should I file this next to 'Chem Trails'?
Share a Willitsian memory.Massive, loaded request, that.
I'll reply with an exchange from 'Blade Runner':
Holden: Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind about...your mother.Leon: My mother?Holden: Yeah.Leon: Let me tell you about my mother.[Shoots Holden]
Oh okay. Yoost a few:
Anyone remember Bilbo Burgers? Frodo Fries?
The big 'Cowboys v. Indians' fistfight every year on July 4th at John's Place?
Country Pickers in the Rec Grove?
. . .
A Willits resurgence, huh?Yeah, they should definitely try that sometime.
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Dec 5, 2013
vol XXIV issue 49
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