News in Possum Poot
The celebrations have finally wound down; only minor celebratory gunfire can be heard occasionally. I as mayor of Possum Poot deemed it necessary to travel to that bastion of poor, lost, liberal souls—i.e., Little Rock—to confer with the most righteous and holy of state senators—Brother Rapert—concerning his placement of the Ten Commandments and what further wisdom he has garnered from the Book of Books (the Old Testament) regarding the guidance and deliverance of we poor, lowly Arkansas denizens. Unfortunately, he was cloistered in deep conversation and prayer with Tom Cotton and not seeing constituents.
I did notice, whilst driving around, the uniqueness of Little Rock’s traffic signals. It seems that they are not there to govern the traffic as to suggest specific stopping places and times, for no less than 40 cars ran through the intersections while I stared at green lights. Fortunately, I was not involved in an accident or the Poot would have been out a mayoral/ police cruiser.
Oh well, back to the holy city (village) of Possum Poot. The children are learning new words to “Jesus Loves me,” and we hope to hear it soon. (“The Donald loves me, this I know, for he often tells me so …”) STEVE GIBSON