Girl Scouts

I like girl scout cookies but in times like this, people need to learn that the world is a cynical place, and me being a cynic, I think the girl scouts should sell something else.

Like radioactive proof gas masks. I can imagine what would happen if the girl scout came to my door way.

"Would you like to buy a gas mask?" she'd ask.
"No thanks."
"Only ten bucks"
"I said no."
"North Korea has the bomb"
"So?"
"So George Bush is our president."
"Alright, lemme get my wallet, I'll need a few extra masks . . ."

I swear, if that man does something stupid, like invade Korea, I'll gladly become Canadian.

Or I'll be an illegal immigrant sneaking into Mexico. Wouldn't that be ironic? I live less than two miles from Mexico, it's across the river. China, Paris, Norway and Poland are within 50 miles of my house and Berlin is just an hour and a half away. Maine is indeed a funny place.

Of course, Mexico has the Wal-Mart.

In other news, Black Mountain tripled its size last summer and last weekend all the trails were open. The skiing was excellent. The best trails are the challenging ungroomed trails. Wooden sticks . . .

I am God's Boss.

He just doesn't listen to me.

J Kuhl Signing Off