Comments on Schooled Again

From the PI:

"Contrary to the superintendent's assertion that the incident was "part of a pattern of behavior with this particular bus driver," Dugovich [president of the employee's union] said, "There is nothing in this lady's employment record would lead anybody to believe this was part of a pattern."

The only reprimands the woman had received related to her status as a single working mother, he said - "being late to work, that sort of thing.""

So he's not just a pathetic, toadying tattletale who'll do anything to make himself look good in the eyes of Our Gread Leader, he's a LYING, pathetic, toadying tattletale.

Much like all his yap about "catching" the Green River killer, this story, repulsive in and of itself, turns out to be more self-aggrandizing exaggeration on the part of Officer Barbrady.

Geez. My Freudian slip is showing. That was supposed to be Our Great Leader. I guess it turned into an amalgam of Great and Greed.

Reicherts theme rings true. Next he's comminn after you............

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Keep movin', movin', movin',
Though they're disapprovin',
Keep them doggies movin' Rawhide!
Don't try to understand 'em,
Just rope and throw and grab 'em,
Soon we'll be living high and wide.
Boy my heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin', be waiting at the end of my ride.

Move 'em on, head 'em up,
Head 'em up, move 'em out,
Move 'em on, head 'em out Rawhide!
Set 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out,
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in Rawhide.

Full Lyrics

Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rawhide!

Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Though the streams are swollen
Keep them dogies rollin'
Rawhide!
Rain and wind and weather
Hell-bent for leather
Wishin' my gal was by my side.
All the things I'm missin',
Good vittles, love, and kissin',
Are waiting at the end of my ride

CHORUS
Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on
Move 'em on, head 'em up
Rawhide
Count 'em out, ride 'em in,
Ride 'em in, count 'em out,
Count 'em out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!

Keep movin', movin', movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them dogies movin'
Rawhide!
Don't try to understand 'em
Just rope, throw, and brand 'em
Soon we'll be living high and wide.
My hearts calculatin'
My true love will be waitin',
Be waitin' at the end of my ride.

Rawhide!
Rawhide!

josh, can the stranger stop linking to and quoting from postman and other non-"journalist" at the times?

with their tongues so firmly planted up and lapping so tenderly at blethen's ass cheeks it's hard to take them seriously.

besides the P-I had better writing about it. (and politics in general)