Marion Speaks Loud and put all Democrats in office. I seen it coming due to the fact that the Republican who ran for mayor had a democrat run his campaign. What did you think was going to happen Mr. Reid? Why do you think you won the primary?

(SLAM)

Marion also put someone not qualified as an accountant, let alone an auditor become City Auditor. However, I won one race, I am a republican, but I had to help our prosecutor who is a DEM win because he was the lessor of the two evils, but mostly because Doyle pissed me off. I won't ever let him win!

So as it goes over all, My guy Tim lost due only to bad campaign management, I think he thought he could win because of his experience, which clearly did not happen.

I met Kathy Nicolosi a couple of times and I voted for her, and I regret she did not win President of Council.

Congrats to Russell, way glad you are there, and we will pay for the rest of you who won as you all screw things up so bad you will beg for us, the Republicans to take over, and fix all your mistakes. And we will.......

by Scott Boden

The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and he could no longer resist.

"Miss Beatrice", he said, "I wonder if you would tell me about this?" pointing to the bowl.

"Oh, yes," she replied, "Isn't it wonderful? I was walking through the Park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground.

The directions said to place it on the organ,

keep it wet and that it would prevent the spread of disease.

Do you know I haven't had the flu all winter."

Scott and John continue to walk out into John’s garage without one
look back.

“He’ll be right back. That man can’t live without me. I’ll just sit on this counter and patiently wait for him, like I always do.”

Vroom, vroom, vroom. “That’s Scott’s truck! Oh my gosh, it’s driving down the driveway!” I panic as I hear the motor of the red truck with the big dent in the side get quieter and quieter. John walks into the kitchen – alone – and heads back to his bedroom.

“Scott left me. I cannot believe he left me. Oh, he’ll be back in a few minutes when he goes to take a sip of his Pepsi, and he realizes that I am not by his side”.

10 minutes pass, then 60, then 2 hours, and then the lights go out. John and Angel go to bed. Scott never calls. “I can’t believe he left me! I cannot believe he forgot about me. I cannot believe he has not missed me! For years he has told people that his truck won’t start without me being in his hand”. The air between my outer shell and inner insulation stops. It becomes dead air as the realization of abandonment sinks in.

“Why, I wonder, why is he not thinking right tonight? I know he is concerned over the new dent in his truck, compliments of Nichole, but I think he is more concerned about how patiently he has accepted it. But, he loves that father – daughter thing”

“Of course, he might still be embarrassed over the fool he made of himself on his website about

Robyn’s cooking. He leads everyone to believe that she can’t cook, but the truth came out the other day when Robyn cooked up her usual gourmet meal for his family, and they threatened him should he ever make fun of her cooking again. But threats don’t bother Scott, he laughs them off as entertainment for the day.”

As the ice inside my body slowly melts into the left over Pepsi, I think to myself how precedence has been made. Never in my history, has ice and Pepsi remained in me so long. Scott dumps it out immediately after he drinks the last drop. If Scott knew this was happening at this very moment, he would have a heart attack.

As my mind goes around and around, sleeps slowly falls upon me. As I start to descend into La-la land, my dreams and hopes take over . . ..

“Freedom! F-R-E-E-D-O-M!!! I am free!” I jump into the sink and pour the Joy dishwashing liquid all over me. “I’m going to wash that Pepsi right out of my skin!”
I take three baths before soaking in Clorox bleach for one hour. I rinse and take a sniff. A huge smile comes to my face. I let out an, “Aahhh”. For the first time in years, I smell like a true thermal mug, not a Pepsi sludge tank. I start to sing. I am so happy.

by Anna Bomas

Do you ever watch the home channels like, This Old House, or Bob Vila Home Again or The Yankee Workshop? Well, we all know Vila is a dumb ass, I mean this guy ask's some of the stupidest questions and it shows he knows nothing about home improvement and from his questions that he ask's contractors, he don't care to learn.

But Norm from The Yankee Workshop, knows what he is doing. He can build anything and on Saturday's show he was complaining about his tools getting dusty from sitting in his workshop while he builds something.

The man tore apart his work bench and built a new one with drawers and cupboards and a place for each tool in it's own spot so it could be free of the dust he creates sometimes.

Norm has a dust collector, every tool you could need, and I imagine every tool maker gives Norm any tool he wants, just so the TV program will show it on his wall or use it in a program.

When Norm was done building his new workbench, it looked just like the old one except of course for the doors and drawers. I didn't watch the whole show, but I wonder if he put climate control in the drawers and humidistat's in the cupboards.

If I had every tool I wanted or wished for, I could build anything too. Do you think Norm has people set his tooling up for him or do you think he sets it up himself?

Norm can make anything, he rarely says anything about costs when he is building furniture, and he uses fine hard woods and exotic woods at times.

I am thinking about building a library in one of our rooms or our office and make it look like it is from 1860's with floor to ceiling bookshelves and build a new drafting table to fit the era.

If you like this idea, send cash to me and I will send pictures to you. HEHEHE

But Norm pisses me off, just because he has everything he could ever want to build anything he could ever want. And he don't have to pay for it. But he is good! So, it is better that Norm have all this equipment than Vila, who don't know the difference between a screwdriver and a circular saw.

by Scott Boden

November 6th is almost here, the day that things change. For better or worse and for richer or poorer, it happens tomorrow. It does not take a rocket scientist to understand the signification of what November 6th brings to our communities.

For us, there is the mayor race, city auditor, county prosecutor to name a few, and having met and talked to all of the candidates, I don't like most of them.

In Marion, we have to keep the prosecutor we already have because Doyle who is running against him is just bad news. A snake if I ever seen one. Will he break the law to get what he wants or to be a puppet for some influential super ego maniacs? Yes he would. So he is out! He must not get voted in.

I don't like the mayor's race either. The one who should be in there lost in the primary, and the democrat candidate just scares me. If you ever talked to him, you would know he has his head up his own ass so far he talks just to hear himself sound good.

The republican candidate just wants to slide through the next four years to make his retirement better, and while he is a teacher most likely wants to get away from the kids. He plans to change nothing, and thinks that everything is going just fine with no leadership.

The auditor race, well, choose none of the above. One claims to be able to handle a check book and one claims to be able to handle the office. I can handle a checkbook, and that don't make me qualified, and the other should just move one to better things.

I am not much for games and usually don't play. But there will be a day that will come when even I ,will have had enough of the stupid people and teach losers like James Gary what is what!

by Scott Boden

The old farmer had a large pond in the back, fixed up nicely with picnic tables, a barbecue pit, horseshoe courts, and some apple and peach trees.  The pond was properly shaped and fixed up for swimming when it was built.

One evening, the old guy decided to go down to the pond and look it over. He hadn't been there for a while.  He grabbed a five gallon bucket to bring back some fruit.

As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee.  As he came closer, he saw it was a bunch of young women skinny dipping in his pond. As he approached, he made the women aware of his presence.

At once, they all went to the deep end.

One of the women shouted to him, "We're not coming out until you leave."

The old man frowned, "I did not come down here to watch you young ladies swim
naked, or to make you get out of the pond naked."

Holding up the bucket, he said, "I'm here to feed the alligator."

Moral:

Old men can still think fast!

Submitted by Marie Boden

I have gotten several e-mails about why Robyn was in such a good mood one morning last week. I have been accused of not finishing the story and leaving you hanging. Well let me clear it up.

As the day unfolded, I could not remember anything that I should have taken care of or bought a present for, so I texted Robyn several times throughout the day and I also was getting excited about what ever got her in such a good mood.

I planned taking her out to dinner if I wasn't quick enough to "act" as if I knew what she was happy about. So

dinner it is then. I thought I would just take charge and take her out, wine and dine her, maybe be romantic and have a close intimate evening. We were all set.

She calls me and tells me she has to work late due to her resigning, and things have to be done before she leaves. Ok, bummer I thought, then my phone rings and I have to make a house call after I leave where Iam at.

So..........She got home 15 min before I did, it was after 8:30, both of us tired and we ordered a pizza, ate in front of the TV and fell asleep together.

Then pain set in, we damn near called 911 so we could get out of the couch, we knocked over the pizza box and it landed perfectly on the carpet, our dog Jack thought it was his birthday or something, but enjoyed our pizza, he had it down before we could get up, I tripped on my shoes and fell on Robyn, knocked her over on to the love seat, and I landed back on the couch.

We woke up the next morning and laughed, she was on the love seat and I was on the couch.

by Scott Boden

November is the beginning of a long season of cold gloomy days. 6 months of them. We will get mild days here and there, but then we will get bitter cold days too. Color has gone with the change of winter to a bland gray, color.

A warm fire is a welcoming sight and the smell of the wood burning reminds us of the cold outside our door as you stand next to the flames, absorbing the glow and heat.

Winter is lonely. Have you ever looked out on the lake in the winter? There is nothing out there except an occasional ship that looks as if it were a ghost, blending into the color of the water and the sky. Slowly moving to it's destination, deck hands are invisible and the waves break across the bow warning you to beware, making you a believer of nature's harshness giving you a glimpse into death should anything go wrong.

Snow will soon be a common sight. Little specs lightly float down as the first snow arrives, reminding us of what to expect in the next few months. Soon there will be drifting snow and snow storms, black ice and frozen windshields.

On bitter cold days or nights when she sky is clear blue or the night is black

and every star is shinning as bright as ever, the moon lights up the snow to almost a glowing light blue that crunches beneath your feet as you make way to a warn place.

Most people are excited about November, and December because of the good food and giving gifts and make belief of Santa for the children and the light scapes on homes.

But after December, it is time to move to a warm  place to live. Watch sun sets and have a cold beer. I aim to live there someday soon and just look at pictures of snow and cold from you folks while I am under my umbrella sitting out on my deck.

by Scott Boden

The poles:

I dabbled in politics for awhile, and have learned that anyone can run for any office with or without an education or be qualified for the job he or she is running for. I guess you have to be a lawyer now days to be a judge, and one also has to have schooling to be a sheriff today. But it did not used to be that way for these jobs.

But to be a mayor you need nothing but to be liked, you don't even have to know how to read. To run for city auditor, you need no degree. Council seats, the same way. County commissioner, no education required.

What? Are you all thinking no way? Well it's true. Morons run this country. Idiots run your county governments and stupid shits run our towns.

A crack head could be mayor. Example, Marion Barry! A sex freak can be president, Clinton! etc.

Now that brings me to the polls. All the commercials on TV about our local and federal candidates fill our evenings. Not one ad has anything to do with anything important to our lives and the job they say they are good for.

I ran a campaign for a man who is running for Marion City Auditor until he insulted me and with his

arrogance and lack of following the campaign guide we set up. Resulting in much work done for nothing.

I have better things to do with my time than to waste it on someone who don't care or have respect. He may be best qualified out of the two people running, but neither should have it!

But I think more people need to vote because there are groups who prey on the none voters. The non smoking ban for instance.

Do you know property owners pay for school taxes? Do you also know that non property owners vote on the school levies and tax hikes? That's right! Someone who rents can vote for me to pay higher taxes. All they have to do is vote yes and I have to pay higher taxes while their life does not change except their kid gets better school stuff that I pay for. That's is taxation without representation folks! Which I believe is illegal.

So vote people, so it isn't all bull. If you don't vote, don't complain! I have always said, stupid people should not vote........

by Scott Boden