Well, At Least We've Got Booze To Drown Our Sorrows

The e-mails and text messages were coming in yesterday. Asheboro made the news - but it was not in a good way.

And this time the Courier could not play deaf/dumb/blind.

It's like that scene with the locker-aliens from Men In Black. "All hail B!", (Bonnie Renfro).

(*Addendum: Even the mighty Cone took note of the "list you don't want to make". All hail E!)

I suppose I should care . . . and a small part of me does (because I maintain a home here) . . . but most of me doesn't . . . you know what I mean? What goes around comes around. And it's coming around in a big way.

(Afterthought: On the other hand, it does give being black-balled for an hour around a whole new perspective.)

For nearly two decades, the mill-town-kings that think they own Asheboro have treated its populace as their own personal lap dogs. We ordinary peons (be we home-grown, or "made in Mexico") existed solely to fill their pockets or pump their egos. Little things like ethics and morals and even religious faith were inconsequential inconveniences . . . or something to be used/manipulated for gain . . . and trashed if the ignorant/backwoods peons would not budge. Our very lives were "giant ATM's" that the local fat cats used to trade on . . . as long as the "right people" got their way.

The really sad thing is that most of the peons didn't know or care enough to say enough was enough.

At least Bob Morrison & company cannot continue to blame their problems recruiting doctors on the lack of alcohol (as if).

Of course, if those elusive booze-hound docs do come, at least they'll be able to find the liquor store. Mini-Schmid, as a "steward-of-the-profits" could have saved a little of the people's money if she'd gone with smaller sign.

You have to wonder what some of these people are drinking.

PM Update: Fec on "The Land That Time Forgot".