The following is a great veiwpoint on the press and Alaskans. It was written by Casey, a fella that I used to work with at Frontier.
Well, I have to say, politics aside, Alaskans very excited about how the Press,
since Sarah Palin's V.P. nomination, have taken it upon themselves to educate
the rest of the country about what real Alaskans are like. They've really hit it right
on the nail.
As soon as I finish this mooseburger, I'm going to do some drinking before I drive
my snowmachine to the rally to get Creationism taught in science class. Then, on
the way home, I have this road sign I'm going shoot full of holes, then take down
to give as a wedding gift next week. A buddy of mine and his cousin are getting
married. They are very excited about the upcoming ceremony, and so are their
kids. I'm not crazy about the timing, because now I'm going to bathe nearly a
month ahead of schedule. It'll probably be worth it though, because Jonni has
promised to wear her matching wolf fur bra-and-panty set for the occasion. The
nuptials will take place at our local roadhouse, and the minister is also the only
bartender. This has gotten some of the guests-to-be a little stirred up, as you
won't be able to get a drink during the ceremony. Oh, well, what are ya gonna
do, eh? Their dogs will of course be allowed inside for the festivities, and then
friends and family will volunteer to look after the dogs and kids while the couple
honeymoon out on St. Lawrence Island. Their plan is to use their empty whiskey
bottles to write taunting messages to the Russians and throw them into the
ocean. You can see Russia from Alaska, you know. Eh?
Eh?
