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The Donutarian National Convention

Dear Members and Constituents,
As hurricane Mitt threatens south Florida with traffic jams, I find myself bracing for the ensuing flood of political rhetoric which is about to bathe the airwaves through November. The spill-over into swing states like Colorado means we are likely to receive more than our fair share of politicians’ attention (not to mention buckets of advertising dollars). With all this bombardment of attack ads, it’s no surprise they call it a battleground state. That explains the F-16s flying overhead this week (that or they’re practicing for the airshow this weekend). That also explains something I saw on my drive to work this morning: the forest service was launching their Smokey the Bear hot air balloon in preparation for the battle to come –positioning it, I’m sure, to prevent the ensuing forest fires caused by the sparks flying out of the heated debate. I would have taken a better picture, but folks in the traffic jam building-up behind me were getting impatient.


And speaking of patience, you need exercise yours no longer. Roger Greene (donut boy) has arrived. I must admit I was blown away by his selection of hurricane-shaped pastries. Four dozen delicious specimens laid-out for you to choose the prefect treat. So come on down. Whether you vote red, blue or green –or you feel alienated by the whole process—this morning we are all on the same side. We’re all donutarians!
Happy Friday!

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