Charlie,
What ever happened to the good ole days Charlie when the legislature was the hub of all action, when one could actually pitch a tent on the lawn of said establishment, when the Irvings were the main axe to grind.
When the annual year end visit to the mayors office was written in stone and when the rankings of the Fredericton Police were held in far, far higher esteem than that of their co-horts in the city Saint John.
Oh the excitement that stirred in all of us when you were 15 seconds away from serious trouble.
When you were given the most honorable title of WELFARE BUM, when the most distinguished steward of MOI MAISON, THE PEOPLE’S HOUSE, made his most absolute presence known on the front steps of said establishment with scowl on face and detonator in hand, prepared, and most willing to BLOW ‘ER ALL TA HELL in the very name of anti-bloggerism.
The days, Charlie, of the photo you so very proudly displayed of taking a very relaxing and well deserved piss on the Irving monument.
when you took one for the sergeant-at-arms upon lighting one up next to the propane tanks.
When you so very, very humanely and heroicly, went toe to toe with FREDDY DA FREELOADER upon issuing you a citation for bicycle on the sidewalk without a fuckin’ helmet.
WELL, SHIVER ME TIMBERS AND HOLY SWEET SHIT!!!! Oh, and they cuffed ya and stuffed ya Hazzard County style from your very own place of residency. THE VERY BALLS!!!! And, oh yes, Charlie, my sacred fuckin’ property, STAY OFF THE DAMN PROPERTY!!!! WHAT A BUNCH OF SNOBS, WHAT A BUNCH OF IDIOTS, WHAT A BUNCH OF FASCISTS!!!!
