Those Grapes just keep on getting sour don't they?

Here I thought I was done with Political observations for a bit. Click on the blog title for the full article...oh and read some of the backwoods, redneck, sour grape comments too; they are worth a good chuckle. So on election day this "sign inspector" (and folks out here wonder why the State Government is broke....Memphis actually employs someone as a "sign inspector"!?!?!) used his petty tyranical position to pull up all of Obama's signs off of a certain section of Memphis. Apparently there is a law in Shelby County (Memphis' county) that keeps campaign signs, for sale signs, yard sale signs, etc a certain distance from the road. This "righter of wrongs" drove around on taxpayer money, in a State Vehicle, wasting taxpayer bought gas so he could take all of Obama's signs and take them to his campaign office in Memphis and write a citation to Barack Obama. Yes, you read that correctly. Apparently his campaign office in Memphis thought this guy was a moron (rightfully so) and ignored him and several requests from the County Court to pay the fine. So the County Court decided to take the President (on this Blog he's the President as far as I'm concerned) to court for a violation that he personally didn't take part in. To be fair, his campaign headquarters should have to pay any fine. A lawyer heard Barack's name called in court and spoke up to take the case.

Wow!!! Just Wow!!! You know you bunch of Hillbillies; if the grapes are too sour, stop eating them!!! How petty can you be? Oh wait, I forgot about Joe (Sam) the (non) plumber (ex-lawyer). There are a bunch of hicks out here who think that "he's not above the law. He should pay his fine....after all he stole the election...blah blah blah..." Oh God!!! Is this what it's like to be on the winning side???? Wow, now I know how the 20%ers feel. What's funny is some folks out here get pissed when the rest of the Country thinks we are a bunch of backwards hicks. I got news for you: STOP PROVING THEM RIGHT!!!!!

Honestly, you don't know how hard it is not to do a happy dance when I hear the whining. I honestly have to resist becomming a Giant Douche; it's really hard. I just have to keep telling myself that there will be 4 years (maybe more) of constant, daily amusement. Just being around the sour, bitter, redneck whiners will be oh so joyful. Sorry, there's the douche coming out in me.

The sour, sour grapes feed the bitter, bitter tears.