Muscatine

I'm gettting a visual....Republicans lawn, knee high and teaming with cockroaches and small rodents.  The Repub kids, all gap-toothed and sportin' the bib-overalls, lightin' up the bonfire with some gasoline so they can roast their weinies.  Mom ain't cookin' tonight...she started to drinkin' about noon.  The fire gets a little out of hand, and three trucks have to make the run to control the blaze at the neighbors house, but hell....nobody trampled on Repubs rights to act like a hillbilly.  Repub's in his lawn chair, all liquored up and unaware of the whole messy scene.  He decides to move to Davenport until he finds out they just passed a city ordinance requiring lawns to be kept below 9 inches, and fining the hillbillies without so much as a warning.  He decides to stay here, buys a goat, and send the wife back to work at Wal-Mart. 

I've told this blind nincompoop several times that the city council and mayor of Muscatine have nothing to do with MPW and GPC pollution. He can't seem to grasp that for some reason. He apparently is a lockout from GPC and has a case of the ass for them disquised as his rants about rights and the environment, cause he always comes back to them. He also said a while back he does not live in Muscatine anymore; so I'm not sure why he cares!

Only big government has the right to regulate to death said industry mr republican. But I let my grass go until I'm damn good and ready to mow it. Er wait for the guy I married to  get it done. And by gum, I burn anything in my barrel that will burn out here, and I sure do get to breathe your GPC air when the wind is out of the west/northwest without any interference from the government.

So who gets to smell your burn barrel?....just sayin'....