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I’m Art Kumbalek
and man oh man manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, I hear that the
orange circus peanut we call president of the United States passed up having
dinner with a bunch of guys and gals who write about politics for a living so
he could hold a pally rally at a shovel factory in the Keystone State. You
think it might be the same factory from where he got the shovel he uses to
fling his 24/7 bullshit, what the fock?
Some people wonder if our snake oil swindling Svengali
knows anything about history. I wonder, too; although, I do not wonder that he
has certainly boned up on 1920s-’30s Il Duce Mussolini, moltissimo, bene moltissimo.
Anyways, I can’t pony up much of an essay for you’s this week on
account that the other day I finally declared my declaration to be your next
governor; since so far seems that no Democrats have the chutzpah to
take a run at our incumbent Gov. Snidely Whiplash, for christ
sakes. So I’ve got a full focking platter what with the hobnobbing to do for
some campaign dough on account that currently my war chest amounts to about a
buck two-eighty plus a dollar-off coupon for dry cleaning from a joint that’s
gone out of business, I kid you not.
But as your next guv, I vow to shovel tons of money
to the public schools, which they desperately need and hanker for. My will to
do this was steeled when I stumbled upon one of those back-page slow-news-day
bullshit stories about some kind of Education Department report reporting that
many of our American school-age rocket scientists “are unable to write
effectively” and have “trouble making their point in writing.” Should I care?
Hey, anybody wonder if maybe these kids didn’t have a focking “point” to make
in the first place, for crying out loud?
And
even if they did, who cares? This report I read seemed to be most bugged by the
notion that our future Einsteins were deficient up-the-jock-and-back “in the
ability to write persuasively.” Now, that is a tough tittie ’cause from what
other source but our young people are we to go for informative and convincing
reportage on topics like, “Who’s More Bitching: Xbox One S or Nintendo Switch?,”
“The Supermodel I Whack Off About Most Often and You Should, Too” and “Why My
Dad’s An Asshole.”
Yeah
yeah, this focking waste-of-time report finds that poor study habits result in
poor writing skills. Really? Who would’ve thunk, ain’a? And it goes on to whine
that kids can’t write ’cause they’re too busy watching too much TV. OK Mr.
Smarty-Pants report, then I’m saying they’re not watching too much TV—they’re
watching the wrong TV. I’m saying if we were really concerned about our kids’
harmony with the tenor of our times, that our local TV news shows—instead of
running B.S. for old farts like the latest in neighborhood block watches,
Humane Society kittens and where to save a focking penny on a goddamn gallon of
gasoline—ought to run more stuff about bitching supermodels and how to stay out
all night without getting caught; ought to run stuff our kids would watch on
the TV news so that they, too, could become informed citizens like the rest of
us.
Personally,
I don’t view this report about how suck-ass our kids are at writing as
necessarily bad news. In fact, to a guy in my position, it’s darn good news. If
kids can’t write their way out of a paper bag, it lessens the chance and
increases the odds that some whipper-snapping snot-eater with a multicultural
tale to tell could waltz into this newspaper and set up shop in place of me,
what the fock.
So,
I got to go and start riding that ol’ lonesome campaign trail. And instead of harping
on job creation, I’m going to hammer on “job replacement,” as in Art Kumbalek
replacing Snidely Whiplash as your brand-new guv. The gig now pays $144,423
each and every year, and I can seriously use that kind of dough—especially
after I haul it over to Potawatomi and triple it in two seconds flat Jack, I
kid you not.
As
Gov. Kumbalek, first order of my business will be to triple taxes on all Honky-sha
County Republicans for their penchant to elect election officials that can’t
count, and other general principles like bamboozling water from out of Lake
Michigan. This increased revenue will be used to hire a boatload of new public
school teachers statewide and to highly raise the salaries of the teachers we
already got. Our children’s future depends on this, you betcha.
“Friendly
faces everywhere, humble folks without temptation,” that’s my slogan ’cause I’m
Art Kumbalek, and I told you so.
1 comment:
Art continues to demonstrate his head is full of methane- and manoman I told you so.
He shall now be known as "Arterthefarter".
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