A. K. A. Loose Canon
Nah. You had already consigned me to the purgatory that is "Greater Boston" by then. But I do fess up that in dat dere Gallatin Valley, in that central town where John Kerry's first "Wife for the Fleecing" was saloning with the likes of Ted Turner, much lucre went into buying the position for Schweitzer. That influx of Californie Bleu Bloods, doing the Charly and running away from the world they made, played a huge role. It's funny how the Pepeans always try to insulate themselves from, or run away from, the world's they make. It's almost as if they could do that one little step of Reason wherein they could ask what is Good in perpetually creating world's so shitty they must flee 'em. But, they can't. Too much Dope in 'em, and not enough Dopa, perhaps.
Tecs, just so that you know, AA took me to Mama Kerry's Mecca for pinko retards up there, the Gallatin Valley, probably to save me from the horror of gainful employment and learn to swim in the paradise of the government dole.We all know how that turned out: Hey, AA! Where the hell is Emmy? You promised that I could have her!
Nice place, this Gallatin Valley, from the looks of it. Why would anyone leave such a piece of paradise?
Tecs, the rent? Yeah, that place was beautiful. Thanks, AA, for showing it to me.
"Why would anyone leave such a piece of paradise?" Because, unless you are a Bleu Blood living off your prior X-illions, it is bloody hard to find adequate employment out there..... But oh so definitely the most beautiful place I've lived in this country.
To Herr Rott, here is the message Emmy sent after your request for her:"Cher et Admirable AA: Mon corps exquis appartient seulement aux plus offrants. Veuillez signaler cette exécrable Herr Rott qu'un Monsieur Charles a m'ont bombardée avec les diamants et en euros. Tata, Emmy
AA: Your French is getting better and better. Though I must quibble with "cette exécrable Herr Rott", which is implying that the one and only is of the feminine gender. Was this the intention, or simply a slip? (Surely, not of the Freudian kind.)
It was a slip of the fortuitous kind.
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