I do hope you’re enjoying the final flaying of the evil despot of a man known to me simply as Mayor Bonehead. It’s been what now, three+ long years since his elevation to the exalted position of (he giggles) Lord ‘n Mayor of the MOST IMPORTANT city on this planet Earth! Three long years of gray dull doltish Don Cherry-esq skull-drudgery are behind you. Elation!
Lemme give you fair warning, loosely lifted from the pages of that book we all read back in grade school. As your orgy-istic bon fire of absolute delight subsides, watched out for the flies… I’m sure some of you may already be feeling a bit of a twinge as you so easily find yourself ripping & tearing and gorging upon the flesh of your slain PIG. - it’s just a little pig, In a round about way kind of a cute but not at all cuddly pig, but a sad little pig… really…
Now, you’re all really nice people, I love you to death; your ideals and thoughts DO inspire me, make me listen and think (often twice). I watch you post warm and loving pictures of family and friend and take pleasure in the joy you share with me here.
It would be un-friend-like for me not to leave you beware - your PIG has been slain and is indeed laying as dead as dead meat. All I’ll say is… beware the next PIG. He/She may just be the fox you’ve all actually been dreading.
xo- Happy Long Long Weekend Hunter Warrior Pals!