Can't Beat Kansas

Pretty damn clever sign.  Guess it didn't work.  TFB.

No, it's always about Larrytown, isn't it?  My heart is so broken.  FUKU


It's always something.....

Then...a shot rang out...

...from the vacant lot across the street.  Mrs. Applebottom's cat didn't know what hit him.  Reggie the sniper fox put a slug through his scope at 100 yards.  Suddenly, Shooter was part of the wallpaper flock design on the dining room wall across from the window.

"That little sniper bastard Reggie had been picking off the rabbits from the woods across the street.  Guess Shooter pissed him off with his near misses."  Mrs. Applebottom said, carrying what was able to be scooped up of her cat to the dumpster.

Wally would be proud...

Gotta love Mr. LaPierre's Neighborhood.


It's always something...

Mrs. Applebottom's cat

Mrs. Applebottom's cat "shooter" sits in her upstairs window when the sun is out and takes pot shots at neighborhood dogs.

"She's just a kitten but that darn kitten is a dead-eye shot, I tell ya..."  Mrs. Applebottom said.  "I just give her enough food and little cat ammunition for the day and she just sits in that window and picks 'em off."

Most of the animals in Mr. LaPierre's neighborhood are well armed and quite dangerous.  They read a little and know almost as much as humans do....rather like the teaparty folks.

"I love that Ted Cruz!"  Little shooter was thought to have purred.

It's always something....

Even the squirrels are packing heat here

I went by a local park here in Mr. LaPierre’s Neighborhood.  Passed this little guy by one of the park benches.  Even the squirrels are packing in this town.  I have to say, he looks a little like Mitch McConnell.

Saw a poster on the side of a building just across the street from  Mrs Applebottom’s restaurant…

It’s always something…..

Dammit! I completely forgot about this!

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It's always something

Jordy

On my way down to Ruth Applebottom’s restaurant (apparently, Ruth is the sister-in-law of Mrs. Applebottom, the school teacher) I encountered an unpleasant young man.

His name was Jordy and he was in the process of looting a game store that had been vandalized the night before at the swim team riots.  After I calmed him down, convincing him I was not there to get in his way he did tell me his name.  I asked him why he wasn’t in school. “Here in Mr. LaPierre’s Neighborhood education is scoffed at and discouraged.  The only things we need to know’s what Mr. LP and the NRA tells us.”  Jordy said.

How true, I thought.  The dumbing down of America is well underway.  I thought about Salina, Kansas and could see a ray of truth here. 

It’s always something…

Encounter in the Lobby

I headed up from the pool to the lobby to ask when check out time was and hopefully get some tips on a place for dinner.

At the same time I entered the motel lobby from the pool area, a young couple was leaving through the street front doors, shouting something back behind them as they slammed the door.  Ethel (according to her nametag) was still displaying her digit, putting the capstone on whatever argument they all just had.  I later learned that Ethel was the head housekeeper and Tonya, at the end of the counter, was her assistant.  Tonya was also an expert marksman (oops, marksperson) and was to be avoided.

They all three looked at me.  “Yes?”  Frederic said.

“I was wondering if you might suggest a good place here in town for dinner.”

“Well, I sure as hell wouldn’t want to eat at the same place as them two – goddam hippies ‘s what they was if you ask me…”  Ethel said.

“There’s a diner just down the street, past where they had the swim meet protest last night.”  Frederic said.  “And, they don’t make you check your firearms at the door.”

“That’s a good sign.”  I said, not wanting them to think I didn’t have a firearm.  “Ok, thanks.  When’s checkout?”

“You’re not plannin’ any trouble are ya?”  Ethel said, scowling.  “We deal with troublemakers.”

“No, ma’am.”

“11 am.  Just make sure to take all your weapons and ammunition when you clear the room.”  Frederic said, working on some paperwork, not looking up.

“O   k….well, later then…”

It’s always something…