The Essence of all Politicians

[Jim Johnson]

BBC News, Sunday, 3 February 2008, 00:49 GMT 

Texas mayor resigns over Shih Tzu 

The mayor of a small town in Texas has resigned after secretly keeping her neighbour's Shih Tzu while pretending it had died.
Neighbours had asked Alice Mayor Grace Saenz-Lopez to look after the dog, Puddles, during a holiday. She called them to say it was dead.

But the dog, which Ms Saenz-Lopez had renamed Panchito, was later seen at a dog groomer's and at her sister's home.

A custody hearing on Monday is expected to decide who keeps the pet.

Ms Saenz-Lopez had filed a police report to say that Puddles was missing.

She was indicted on 18 January on two counts of tampering with evidence and concealing evidence.

In a resignation letter published by the Alice Echo-News Journal Ms Saenz-Lopez apologised for the incident.

"I can tell you that I did at the time what I thought was best for Panchito and what I felt was right in my heart," she wrote.

"I am sorry for the division that the events of these last few weeks have caused.

"It was never my intent to bring any negative exposure to our city."

[Jim Johnson]

They believe they know what is best for you and your property.

"...what I thought was best ... and what I felt was right in my heart,"     :steaming pile of crap:

[Pat K]

Correct you are, Mr. Bold and Spicy.

[TackleTheWorld]

It's strange that politicians are smart enough to run your life better than you do, yet not smart enough to explain their actions.

[Lloyd Danforth]

If I win office I Promise not to steal any dogs

[Jim Johnson]

If I win office I Promise not to steal any dogs

Political lies!

What he means is, he's going to be steal'n yur cats. 

[Caleb]

Essence of Politician? That sounds like a horrible fragrance! 

[Jim Johnson]

Next time you get close to Hillary, take a whiff behind her ear.

[Lloyd Danforth]

He musk must remember

[hwrnhetcxyc]

Next time you get close to Hillary, take a whiff behind her ear.

Eau de tyrant

[KBCraig]

[Lloyd Danforth]

I guess Kevin has nothing to say

[KBCraig]

Sorry. Hotlink didn't work. Here you go:

[Jim Johnson]

i'm in ur congress, steal'n ur dogz   

[ThePug]

The title of this thread reminded me of something that's going on at my high school.

I'm currently having to create an alabaster sculpture for my (public HS) Sculpture class (an elective I have no desire to be in). I chose to make this slug-like abstract creature mainly because it was easy to make- my rock already had the basic shape. It looks like a blob with eyes. Before we could start we had to make a clay model and write a short "story" about what the work was about.

I simply quoted the imminently quotable Civil Disobedience-

I have paid no poll tax for six years. I was put into a jail once on this account, for one night; and, as I stood considering the walls of solid stone, two or three feet thick, the door of wood and iron, a foot thick, and the iron grating which strained the light, I could not help being struck with the foolishness of that institution which treated me as if I were mere flesh and blood and bones, to be locked up. I wondered that it should have concluded at length that this was the best use it could put me to, and had never thought to avail itself of my services in some way. I saw that, if there was a wall of stone between me and my townsmen, there was a still more difficult one to climb or break through before they could get to be as free as I was. I did not for a moment feel confined, and the walls seemed a great waste of stone and mortar. I felt as if I alone of all my townsmen had paid my tax. They plainly did not know how to treat me, but behaved like persons who are underbred. In every threat and in every compliment there was a blunder; for they thought that my chief desire was to stand the other side of that stone wall. I could not but smile to see how industriously they locked the door on my meditations, which followed them out again without let or hindrance, and they were really all that was dangerous. As they could not reach me, they had resolved to punish my body; just as boys, if they cannot come at some person against whom they have a spite, will abuse his dog. I saw that the State was half-witted, that it was timid as a lone woman with her silver spoons, and that it did not know its friends from its foes, and I lost all my remaining respect for it, and pitied it.

The title of my sculpture? "Soul of the State"

The political statement followed the form of wanting an easy-to-carve nondescript blob, but I still had fun with it. The art teacher also runs "EASTLAB", a class whose indecipherable name hides the fact that it's basically altruistic community service on a level that would drive Ayn Rand mad. Though she didn't seem too curious about my explanation.