Thursday, January 29, 2015
Saturday, January 17, 2015
Monday, January 5, 2015
Toodle oo, Flying Bird...
The new year traditionally marks a time for new beginnings.
New promises await on the horizon...new
hopes and dreams abound in our hearts... It is a time for reflection...for
hope...for promise...for family and friends to come together...for drinking too
many hot-buttered rums and telling your cousin to go fuck himself and then
falling down the front porch steps and lacerating your left pinky finger and
then waking up in the same shirt, covered in dried vomit and Ritz cracker crumbs
and three missed calls and a voicemail on your cell phone from your aunt asking
if you made it home ok…
Unfortunately, the promise that was 2015
has died as quickly as a baby seal left alone on Alki beach...
Ladies and gentlemen...The Kalakala (Or
"Flying Bird" in Chinook) is in trouble. She's set to be torn apart...rivet by
rivet...stripped down to her bare bones...plundered, raped and pillaged...all
so you and your white collar, capitalist 1% friends can have a few more 12
piece toasters in your McMansions and a fancy new metal mini replica Bertha in your
stocking every single Christmas.
Have you no soul, Washington? What
the fuck is wrong with you?
- Clambaker
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