Real Alaskans

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?