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| ~The Racano's- 'Code of Silence'~ ~The Racano's, 'Code of Silence'~ Narrator: When last we saw our hero, he was standing in front of the Morro Bay Community Center, protesting the involvement of a decidedly anti-environment Mayor's tacky involvement with the Winter Bird festival. The signs were shocking and colorful, playful and many. 'Don't Run Over the Snowy Plover', said one- 'Estuary Peters Out', said another (a play on the name and policies of Morro Bay Mayor Janice Peters). Oh, the birders were surprised and reviled at the truth about Morro Bay. This was really causing the Mayor a good deal of embarassment. But what to do? And so, up walked Hank. Hanky-the-Bull! Hank was an interesting man. Not a bad guy, so long as you didn't cross his boss, the capo-de-tutti-capi. But I was crossing the capo-de-tutti-capi, alright! He sat there on a nearby bench, menacingly puffing on a cigarette, staring off into space with that 'I'm a mobster' look. Me: "Hank, how come you never say hi anymore? Why are you so mad at me?" Hank: "Because you're a coward and a liar". Me: "I'm not lying, Hank. This stuff is all true- and the Mayor shouldn't be involved with the Winter Bird Festival- and it's got to be exposed for what it is- GREENWASHING!" Hank: "You're a coward for going after a girl". Me: "Aw, Hank, she's a girl who, in just the last few months, has done more to hurt the Morro Bay Estuary than anyone else ever has!" That's when Hanky-the-Bull got up, walked toward me and got right in my face. You would have thought there was no such thing as freedom of speech! He pulled out a small tape recorder and held it to my face. I guess he was hoping I would say something stupid like 'Allah Akbar' or 'Paula Abduhl' or something, but I said calmly, "Hank, I'm just excersizing my First Ammendment right to free speech". And that got him so frustrated that he lost control, like he did that time in second grade when he peed in his pants right in the classroom. And he punched me in the nose with the tape recorder in hand. I didn't really get mad 'till the next day when I blew my nose and out came blood. I wanted to beat him up, but, of course, that's what the Morro Bay Mafia wanted me to do! So, I didn't do it! Nope, I decided to write a blog instead! end, part two Stay tuned next for... |
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