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Wednesday, April 30, 2003
 
Politics... served up dirty, Middlebury style

I got up early for work today and ended up tacking time onto my long and busy shift... therefore, I am too tired to say anything of value right now. Maybe I'll write later, after Idol, but for the time being, I am just going to crib an emaill sent to me today by the long lost Andrew FX Gustafson and his reaction to the Middlebury SGA presidential election results. He's right on and it's worth repeating.

As I have pledged in the past, I will never, in any election, vote for anyone from the south. I don't think mobrien would ever come close to involving himself in this sordid affair, but your right - count on brigo, cookie nipples, and assorted other societal cast-offs getting drunk with fake power (or maybe fake drunk with fake power, just like sam does all the time, like when he faked "tripping" at Dartmouth, or being drunk at Chicago, which was his excuse for dropping a full glass of beer on the ground. And then when we were drinking rum on the street, and Yoshi said a cop was coming, he started slobbering like a baby, screaming hysterically that he was going to jail.) Yeah, I'd like to jack that kid real good. Someday I'm sure, somebody (possibly Dan, less likely me) is just going to lose it and stick him with a shiv in the dining hall, right in the kidney. And by the way, I knew he would win from the start. It's just awful, perverse, twisted, repugnant fate that we should be subjected to the likes of him. This is only the first of many plagues, I fear. Next comes SARS, the locusts, the Otter Creek turning to blood. . . I know last year, as much of a mimbo, patronizing tool ex-president Brian whats-his-name may have been, I really liked a lot of the stuff he did to reach out to student organizations (namely WRMC) even though his personal secretary was that awful drowned-rat of a girl Kate Moffet, but any efforts of Sam to get his fat, greedy little fingers into the pot of any student org of any value or importance, especially media outlets, will be met with staunch,
potentially violent resistance by me. Tret Lo and the Death Gestapo is officially cancelling its yearly interview with the student council president.


Oh, one thing I will add (of my own) is that I've heard all of these accounts of a 5.4 earthquake that rocked the South earlier this week. All I can say, from the eye-witness accounts I heard on the radio news (from qualified geologists like a Vet opening his clinic to see that all of the animals were stirred up) is that it sounded an awful lot like the great "earthquack" that descended on Middlebury just about this time last year. Check the archives if you don't remember, it's a real gem.