latkinson6
02-09-2008, 04:22 AM
In 1992 I was 22 yrs old. I was 8 months out of the US Army and had
8 months worth of blonde hair to prove it.:rolleyes: I became a
vagabond and headed for alaska on a ferry in Bellingham Wa. I funded
the one way trip with my '91 tax return, of $344.00 bucks (it was a
scheme I thought up. I claimed six children. and you paid for it). In those
days I couln't care less about the government. or the president or even
the mayor or whoever voted. Unless they gave me a nice government
job sitting at a desk in a basement somewere. Wouldn't that be sweet.
FourOhOneKay and the works!
Three months after setting ashore in Juneau I met the most beautful
female human being I had ever seen. Her name was Gina.
Gina means "sweet lovely rose from a flower field" in Italan.
At first i pictured myself as a lowely loser before her, but someone
whisperd to me one late night after a few becks beers that she had a
serious crush on me and didn't know what to do. I was floored. not
only that but just a wee short of a six pack. The next evening on my
way to the downtown hotel I happend to see her running for a stopped
bus, which was just in front of me. I reached up and held the door
so the driver would not drive on. She was smiling from ear to ear and
thanked me. As she was stepping on I asked her for a date. I held my
breath. Instantly she said yes. Whoa. A plotical science major from
a major university in Pennsylvania from an upper middle class red
brick home just said YES to ME. Two years later and here I am with
a nice government job sitting at a desk in a basement. I got me a
FourOhOneKay and the works!
So my "sweet lovely rose from a flower field" that I went to Pennsylvania
to marry in a big old fashin redbrick church to marry convinced me that
I must vote for clinton. To this day I don't know why she like clinton so
much. I for some reason didn't like the whole thing. We sat down many
nights in front of the tube watching it all. It was just like the
olympics. She routed. I routed. I just picked her team.
But then i got my hands on some magazine that one only sees somewhere
on the back of the rack and don't want to be cought even looking at it,
left in a empty hotel room I was respnsible for. The cover had the name
Ross Perot in big letters written on it. I can't repeat now what I read
in that magazine. Only because all I remeber thinking is all these nights
after working I see two guys in the presidential olympics on the tube.
And here is another guy playing that keeps shooting goals but no one notices.
After reading the articles I was convinced that the
unbiased media that I totaly believed in because my history teacher
pounded that into me, was actually biassed. I brought the magazine
home with me to tell my beloved wife we had been duped by the tube!
When she finnished with me I was dumbfounded. She only wanted
clinton for President. Period. End of story. What to do now?
I went back to bed. Back to work. Back to the tube. Rinse. Repeat.
Voting day. I would rather just stay home. Oh no, your wearing this
button and were gong to go vote for clinton. So we went to the the
voting station wich turned out to be an old folks home, go figure,
and stood in a long line that seemed to only go out the back dooor and behind
us to just start alll over again. I knew I was doomed. I was
about to vote to keep the nice government job sitting at a desk in a
basement.
FourOhOneKay and the works!
After what seemed like 3 movies ha gone by we finnaly reached the table
with an old grey haird lady sitting behind with huge pile of fancy paperwork.
I thought oh god,
don't let her hand me a whole stack and a numbertwo pencil!
Thank you lord just a piece of paper with fill in circles like I got on
a school test!
I was about to let my wife get hers so we could hurry fill in and give it
back and go back home to the tube to see the clinton nuber go up by
point zerozerozerozerotwo. I stood there looking at my wife staring at
me. She flinched her head to the right, toward the other end of the
wheelchair filled gerryatric's room we were in.
There were big walkin canvas like boxes with lines of old people in front.
She grabbed my arm,
and quitly said "go stand in that line over there".
I held out my piece of paper to her and ask'd if she would like to
go put it in there with hers...
After another lesson learned I found myself in another line.
I couln't understand what was taking people so long in that big black canvas
box. I was staring at a big giant clock on the wall. And at a few ancient
looking humans in another room behind a glass partion. I pictured myself
there in a million years.
Staring at that giant clock on the wall.
Still ticking.
Is that me with the nice government job sitting at a desk in a basement.
FourOhOneKay and the works!
Is that what my FourOhOneKay will get me?
Or that other deduction on my check called social security?
Finally My turn to go in the big black canvas box. Theres a chair and a
desk. Just like a school test on some strange detention in a black box.
I sat down, put the paper on the desk, looked down the list for clinton...
but wait a minute.
A list?
There was only two on the tube and Perot
Who I thought was out.
So I sat there. I had to work this out.
What if I filled in a differant circle? Will my wife see this?
I peeked out of the box through flap for a door. People were dropping
the paper in a box at another table and hauling for the exit which had
NO line. So thats when I filled in the circle next to Ross Perot's name
and hauled for the door where there was no line.
I eventually divorced before the next four years expired and havn't
seen that FourOhOneKay or voted in an election since then.
The Ron Paul Revolution has givin me hope.
I'll write in Ron Paul on that paper, or machine if it's possible.
8 months worth of blonde hair to prove it.:rolleyes: I became a
vagabond and headed for alaska on a ferry in Bellingham Wa. I funded
the one way trip with my '91 tax return, of $344.00 bucks (it was a
scheme I thought up. I claimed six children. and you paid for it). In those
days I couln't care less about the government. or the president or even
the mayor or whoever voted. Unless they gave me a nice government
job sitting at a desk in a basement somewere. Wouldn't that be sweet.
FourOhOneKay and the works!
Three months after setting ashore in Juneau I met the most beautful
female human being I had ever seen. Her name was Gina.
Gina means "sweet lovely rose from a flower field" in Italan.
At first i pictured myself as a lowely loser before her, but someone
whisperd to me one late night after a few becks beers that she had a
serious crush on me and didn't know what to do. I was floored. not
only that but just a wee short of a six pack. The next evening on my
way to the downtown hotel I happend to see her running for a stopped
bus, which was just in front of me. I reached up and held the door
so the driver would not drive on. She was smiling from ear to ear and
thanked me. As she was stepping on I asked her for a date. I held my
breath. Instantly she said yes. Whoa. A plotical science major from
a major university in Pennsylvania from an upper middle class red
brick home just said YES to ME. Two years later and here I am with
a nice government job sitting at a desk in a basement. I got me a
FourOhOneKay and the works!
So my "sweet lovely rose from a flower field" that I went to Pennsylvania
to marry in a big old fashin redbrick church to marry convinced me that
I must vote for clinton. To this day I don't know why she like clinton so
much. I for some reason didn't like the whole thing. We sat down many
nights in front of the tube watching it all. It was just like the
olympics. She routed. I routed. I just picked her team.
But then i got my hands on some magazine that one only sees somewhere
on the back of the rack and don't want to be cought even looking at it,
left in a empty hotel room I was respnsible for. The cover had the name
Ross Perot in big letters written on it. I can't repeat now what I read
in that magazine. Only because all I remeber thinking is all these nights
after working I see two guys in the presidential olympics on the tube.
And here is another guy playing that keeps shooting goals but no one notices.
After reading the articles I was convinced that the
unbiased media that I totaly believed in because my history teacher
pounded that into me, was actually biassed. I brought the magazine
home with me to tell my beloved wife we had been duped by the tube!
When she finnished with me I was dumbfounded. She only wanted
clinton for President. Period. End of story. What to do now?
I went back to bed. Back to work. Back to the tube. Rinse. Repeat.
Voting day. I would rather just stay home. Oh no, your wearing this
button and were gong to go vote for clinton. So we went to the the
voting station wich turned out to be an old folks home, go figure,
and stood in a long line that seemed to only go out the back dooor and behind
us to just start alll over again. I knew I was doomed. I was
about to vote to keep the nice government job sitting at a desk in a
basement.
FourOhOneKay and the works!
After what seemed like 3 movies ha gone by we finnaly reached the table
with an old grey haird lady sitting behind with huge pile of fancy paperwork.
I thought oh god,
don't let her hand me a whole stack and a numbertwo pencil!
Thank you lord just a piece of paper with fill in circles like I got on
a school test!
I was about to let my wife get hers so we could hurry fill in and give it
back and go back home to the tube to see the clinton nuber go up by
point zerozerozerozerotwo. I stood there looking at my wife staring at
me. She flinched her head to the right, toward the other end of the
wheelchair filled gerryatric's room we were in.
There were big walkin canvas like boxes with lines of old people in front.
She grabbed my arm,
and quitly said "go stand in that line over there".
I held out my piece of paper to her and ask'd if she would like to
go put it in there with hers...
After another lesson learned I found myself in another line.
I couln't understand what was taking people so long in that big black canvas
box. I was staring at a big giant clock on the wall. And at a few ancient
looking humans in another room behind a glass partion. I pictured myself
there in a million years.
Staring at that giant clock on the wall.
Still ticking.
Is that me with the nice government job sitting at a desk in a basement.
FourOhOneKay and the works!
Is that what my FourOhOneKay will get me?
Or that other deduction on my check called social security?
Finally My turn to go in the big black canvas box. Theres a chair and a
desk. Just like a school test on some strange detention in a black box.
I sat down, put the paper on the desk, looked down the list for clinton...
but wait a minute.
A list?
There was only two on the tube and Perot
Who I thought was out.
So I sat there. I had to work this out.
What if I filled in a differant circle? Will my wife see this?
I peeked out of the box through flap for a door. People were dropping
the paper in a box at another table and hauling for the exit which had
NO line. So thats when I filled in the circle next to Ross Perot's name
and hauled for the door where there was no line.
I eventually divorced before the next four years expired and havn't
seen that FourOhOneKay or voted in an election since then.
The Ron Paul Revolution has givin me hope.
I'll write in Ron Paul on that paper, or machine if it's possible.