Whooee! I almost din't get around t' postin' up a boog today. I been doin' some nail-poundin' an' helpin' out with sum outside o' the house stuff that's kept me away from my boog. I also been spendin' sum time jawin' over t' BoogsCanadee at ol' Elvis's Egroup. I reckon I'm in Elvis's good books on accounta the nice comment he left on my little boog today.
They gotta new feller writin' at that there Egroup name o' Scott Tribe. He posted up a great long diaTribe today 'bout how we Canajuns is takin' it up the pooper from the Merkins on these unfree trade dealin's that everybuddy knows about. Now, this here ScottyBoy's got an idee 'bout us Canajun boogers gettin' up on our hind legs an' askin' our remembers o' parliment t' quit kissin' the Merkin's asses. He posted a sample of a letter he's sendin' off t' B.Linda an' also t' another MP name o' Jimmy Duncan. He ain't so blunt as me 'bout the ass-kissin' part but the message he's sendin' is the selfsame thing.
Scottfeller sez we Canajun boogers got superpowers we ain't even realized yet on accounta we ain't ever worked together like a gang o' Mennonites building a barn. I reckon Scotty's got a good point an' a good idee. These Merkin's with their beef lobbies an' bought-off judges an' Teddy Kennedy Democrass senators is all gangin' up on good an' decent Canajuns in the cow meat department an' softwood 2x4's an' grains an' now Scotty sez they's puttin' the screws to us on hogs an' pigmeat.
Well, in the comments over there, ol' Elvis sez if we wanna be exercisin' our superpowers, we gotta all get busy in our own little boogs an' spread the gospel o' we're-mad-as-hell-an'-we-ain't-takin'-it-no-more. Kinda lucky fer me that this boog campaign thingy came up today on accounta I was havin' a hard time comin' up with a boog story topic an' this'n is tailor-made. I hear tell if you wanna be a bigtime booger (an' I already sed that's my aim in life) then you gotta boog every single day. Well, friends an' foes, I gotta perfect attendance record, so far, an' I aim t' keep it thataway.
So, here's the deal. If yer tired o' seein' good an' decent hardworkin' Canajuns takin' a shitkickin' from the Merkin protectionism merchants, go over an ' read ol' Scotty's boog post. I gotta warn you, though, it's a long ol' story. I reckon it's worth readin', though, an' I reckon it's worth a try in goin' after the boogin' superpowers, too, so if yer a booger in the Caanjun boogeysphere do like I'm doin' right this very minute an' post yerself a boog story askin' yer boog readers t' write t' their remembers o' parliment.
Oh yeah, I almost fergot. There's a couple commenters growsin' over there 'bout my way o' writin'. Sum nice other fellers come t' ol' JimBobby's defense while I was out poundin' nails. The nice fellers was Jamesey Bow, Ti-Guy an' ol' Jimmy Elvis, hisself. Thankee kindly, nice fellers. I ain't namin' the dumbass growsers. They know who they are.