All Politics Are Local.

12 MONTHS TO THINK ABOUT IT

While Detroit isn’t readily known for the excellence or efficiency of its municipal government, a recently-published article about a 2003 incident at its in-plant printing shop may be of special interest to the local community. The in-plant shop honored a request by long time City Council member Kay Everett to print a twelve-month calendar entitled: (ready now) “Hats On Me.” Each month featured a different photo of Ms. Everett wearing a fashionable hat. Taxpayers footed the entire printing bill.

THE PILLSBURY NO BOY

The town of Pillsbury, North Dakota (it's a real town) has appealed to North Dakota officials for guidance to solve its latest constitutional crisis. Every one of its 25 residents forgot to vote in its mayoral election. The incumbent mayor expressed surprise because, in most elections, “at least a half-dozen people usually make it to the polls.”

Tag The Brands You Love.......

Ever wanted to spout off about brands you love..... (or brands you hate)??

Now's your chance.

Brand Tags: Is presented as a "collective experiment in brand perceptions". All tags for most popular brands are generated by regular Joe's and Jane's and take no particular path or process. Brand Tags is a NoahBrier.com project ...you can even ask him to add a brand for tagging. Check out the press page to see what others have said about brand tags. Oh, and of course, now there's even a brand tags blog.

Start tagging now.

http://www.brandtags.net/

Will Clarke Can Write.

Lord Vishnu's Love Handles is the story of a man who is teetering on the edge of financial ruin and insanity until a couple of secret agents teach him what it really means to lose his mind.
Travis Anderson has a psychic gift. Or so he thinks. So far he's milked his premonitions only to acquire an upper-middle-class lifestyle--pretty wife, big house, and a shiny Range Rover--without having to make any real effort. But recent visions threaten his yuppie contentment. Haunted by omens of impending cancers, stillborn babies, and personal train wrecks, he is compelled to make a series of inaccurate and horrifying prophecies that humiliate him in front of his fellow country club members. The IRS gets Travis's number, too, demanding an audit of his sloppy bookkeeping.

Drowning in mounting financial problems and apparent mental illness, Travis tries booze, pills, even golf to stay afloat, but nothing works. His wife and friends are forced to stage an intervention. Travis is in danger of losing his family, his career, and ultimately, his sanity. That is, until he meets a Hindu holy man in rehab who claims to be the final incarnation of Lord Vishnu. Suddenly, the tragically shallow Travis is saddled with the responsibility of bettering mankind and saving the world.
http://www.amazon.com/Lord-Vishnus-Love-Handles-Novel/dp/B000KHXBUE/ref=pd_sim_b_title_1

Clarke's novel, subtitled "A Ghost's Story," is a winning comedy of collegiate (bad) manners, set at Louisiana State University. The narrator, an affluent frat boy named Conrad Avery Sutton III, tells us right off that he's dead, murdered by fellow Gamma Chi Ryan Hutchins, a psychotic hiding behind a charming Big-Man-on-Campus veneer. Conrad makes it his afterlife's work to bring cocky Ryan down, with the help of the frat house's salty cook, "crazy" Miss Etta. She knows Conrad is still on Earth to protect hapless fraternity pledge Tucker Graham, who, like most of the world, sees Ryan as "a big, bright, rising star." It sounds a little like a sitcom, albeit an edgy one, but Clarke fashions a hilariously addictive yarn, with crackling prose and sharp observations that consistently entertain and surprise. He drives the plot over the top with portraits of hypocritical religious fanatics and unrestrained party animals, and into baby Grand Guignol territory with a swath of outlandish killings—but it all works as black farce of a high degree.

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0743273168/%20middlefingerp-20

You Cannot Make This Stuff Up.......

There must be a full moon...............

"Fat, drunk and naked is no way to go through life Son"
http://www.cumberlink.com/articles/2008/07/08/news/local/doc487386a5560e9843354250.txt

"Damn kids, get out of my yard!"
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1033266/Yobs-threw-rocks-house-years-But-father-fought-arrested.html

"Just what exactly are you afraid of?"
http://www.cracked.com/article_16472_6-absurd-phobias-people-who-actually-have-them.html

Beers and Busses -- they just go together
http://www.abc2news.com/news/local/story.aspx?content_id=3033e4bd-8dea-45d7-a0db-c5fa61ddaef3


"You Smell Somethin?"
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/2274995/Cow-farts-collected-in-plastic-tank-for-global-warming-study.html

Work is Killing Me.....

Taken from the New York Times:

Bosses of a publishing firm are trying to work out why no one notice that one of their employees had been sitting dead at his desk for five days before anyone asked if he was feeling okay. George Turlebaum, 51, who had been employed as a proof-reader at a New York firm for 30 years, had a heart attack I in the open-plan office he shared with 23 other workers. He quietly passed away on Monday, but nobody noticed until Saturday moring when an office cleaner asked why he was working during the weekend. His boss, Elliot Wachiaski, said: "George was always the first guy in each morning and the last to leave at night, so no one found it unusual that he was in the same position all that time and didn't say anything. He was always absorbed in his work and kept much to himself." A post mortem examination revealed that he had been dead for five days after suffering a coronary. George was proofreading manuscripts of medical textbooks when he died.

That story is NOT true. Look it ip on www.snopes.com. My point is that people are gullible and will believe most anything, especially if you embellish details and weave in a good story.