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Mad Media. Delicious Donuts.

Dear Members and Constituents,
Is it just me, or is the press intent on making a bigger deal than usual of things this week? Daylong programming on a single topic, rehashing the old hash with no new news. Don’t get me wrong, I like to be as informed as the next man, and I do feel for the folks who lost their homes. But rambling on-and-on about the goings-on without a shred of new news. Flaming arguments over burning documents. Reporters report about reports they should not have reported. Making a big deal about having made a big deal of the mad dealings of a madman. Seems a bit much. So, I’ve decided to do this week’s news in verse.

Smoke in Boulder getting looks
Crazy pastor threatens books
Burning homes. Burning tomes.

Can’t we all just get along?
All hold hands and sing a song?
Radical Christian. Radical Islam.

No more burning, let us barter
Build your mosque a little further
Towers’ stump. Donald Trump?

Why should tensions build so high?
Have a donut, do not fight
Feeding anger. Feeding hunger.

With a donut sweet and tender
To your senses now surrender
Come on down. Come sit down.


A special thanks to Kevin Meadors (donut boy) for providing us this much needed distraction from world events.
Happy Friday!

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