Nothing like a low-turnout primary to get me feeling patriotic. As I dropped off my ballot and walked from the polling place, a guy asked me about the crowds. I had to smile and laugh, crowd size was definitely not an issue.
It’s been a while since I’ve voted for all sorts of jobs and whatnot of which I had never heard. Braintree will never be beat for having regular elections (with competitors) for tree surgeon. Least they did when I started voting. Tree surgeon.
California has something called a State Board of Equalization. I don’t know what the fuck that means let alone what would qualify you. But, good old Betty Yee was running unopposed in my district, and she’s been doing the job anyway. So, good on you, Betty.
Weirdest thing to this old Cantabridgian voting in a local election was not just the length of the ballot. (Cambridge’s proportional voting scheme tends to keep things short, I think.) But, the variety of names. You are hard pressed to find so many Asian and Latino names on any old Massachusetts ballot. And in San Jose, there aren’t so many Tobins or Duffys or Fitzies or O’Anythings. A couple of people I voted for had the best, I’m a hard-working immigrant who came here with no shoes, an accent and an inability to read the language, story.
Speaking of that last sentence (which I wasn’t, I was just writing it, but pretend this is a segue), anyway, I feel a tad guilty about voting for shit of which I knew less than nothing. But, I never knew jack about the Braintree tree surgeon either.
so its thee cutting edge politics
that you cant understand is it
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Oddly enough, I almost ran for Braintree Tree Warden one year as a goof. I had no idea what the fuck, but it seemed like a silly thing. Figured I’d throw on a flannel and lean against a tree for my poster campaign.
Then the apathy set in and the beer etc…
Beside the fact, I don’t really care for trees. How many more innocent teenagers have to die before we do something? Soon there will be bouquets of flowers in make shift monuments under every tree in America. Stop the madness!! Camaros, Mustangs, trees… let’s live together.
Hmmm. That could be a campaign slogan.
Or I could take the Willie Horton approach. “My predecessor let the Elm Street Oak stand free after”…. Nah. Maybe.
I’M BACK!
Wonder what it pays and if it comes with groupies.
Scratch that. They’d probably look like Natalie Merchant and sound worse.
I could settle for the Indigo Chicks in a lesbian pinch.
I thik we don’t have Asians on the ballot here because all the shitheads would make dumb cracks about the Erections.
Get it!! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
sigh.
ahh good old Benny Hill jokes nice to see they are still doing the rounds 30 year old and still as fresh as ever (another from the land of bean)
sorry but i find that comment racist so feel free to flog yourself to death in penance twice if neccesary
erections indeed
fine upstanding people that the are
Xxdvae
I missed the Benny Hill references. As far as the racism, I was kidding Limey.
Awww. Glad to see you guys back and bickering. It’s like family.
And, yeah, Tree WARDEN. That makes more sense. Sort of. I still don’t know what the fuck that is.
Are you from Braintree? Were you educated, as it were, at BHS?
Dave, I was watching Benny Hill on the plane recently. Seriously, what the fuck? I think it says something about ye olde england that that shit aired for years and years, and then some more in repeats. Fucking crazy and annoying and racist and tits.
nowt wrong with tits half the populations got em and the other half want to play with em
but you have to admit he’s up there with chaplin,the marks bros , tommy cooper and python as one of the greats of the visual gag
all humour is looking at the differences so its bound to offend some fucking ism or tother
and i was kidding about the racism as well o great holyer than thou mericam master being
oh and its nice to see the economys doing so well i must come and spend my windfall as the exchange rate is in my favour
oh and could you possibly display a notice at your leaving gate that white socks and open toed sandles ar an offence against the poor long suffering bath residents we had a coachload of the sods in the abbey square again yesterday
catch u later
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im not homophobic as i aint scared of my home
I am from Braintree. Home to every Southie, JP and Dot family who ran off to utopia for the high life.
Grew up near the Ridge which is now turning into low income housing. Remember the Circus?
Unfortunatley, I wound up going to Thayer Academy instead of BHS.
My high school experience seems loosley documented in Outside Providence. Not couch inducing, but not a great time.
Dave, seriously, I liked Benny back in high school. Thought he was funny and racy and all.
But they recently began airing his old shows and boy are they grim. Brits have made great contributions to comedy, This was not one of them.
But to each his own, eh? Who am I to crap on someone elses taste?
If you get time, check out Biodome. Don’t get psyched, there was no Biodome 2, 3 or even 4.
Dave, I never meant to imply that I was holy than thou.
I’m glad that you figured it out on your own though.
My God thinks that you and your God are overrated anyway.
Just got a chance to read what dvae wrote. No way is Benny Hill up there with those other people. And, it’s MARX fucking Marx, like Karl. One less letter than your brain thinks.
And a Thayer fairy? I should have guessed.
Yes but you didn’t did you?
While you were getting your asses kicked around the pit by Mr. Leroy(forgot his nickname) I was chasing coke snorting Katherine Hepburns(less the talent) that wore more shirts at a time than I had hanging in my fucking closet.
On any given date I was like 5 to 6 articles of clothing away from a breast. Sheesh!
On 2nd thought, bring on Leroy. Maybe I can take him finally. He must be 70 by now.
Maybe blindfold him and give me a bat. (Aluminum. Wood might break on him and piss him off.)
sigh.
Oh man. Leroy = The Bear.
What a seriously scary thought, 25 years later, and that name/nicknamed is so imprinted it didn’t take any thought.
I guess the coke the chicks you knew were buying was from his son. Or someone in that chain of local scum/colorful characters.
Maybe Leroy was like that guy in Roadhouse who ran the town. Perhaps the Leroys ran Braintree.
Where was Patrick Swayze when we needed him?