After a time of looking at the pictures of our many beloved local politicians brought before newspaper justice over the past decades, one starts to see certain trends: 1. They look like drunks, and 2. They are as fat as hogs.
Case in point, our dear friend Commissioner Frank White in Princess Anne who, according to The Times On The Ditch, has been gorging on restaurant meals, motel rooms, and personal vacations courtesy of a taxpayer funded credit card.
The Ditch has also kindly informed us that Mr. White is estranged from his wife Melissa, and so may we hope that by the grace of God these two fine people reaffirm themselves within holy matrimony.
From a public good perspective, however, should not a leader of a community be an excellent guide for the health and greatness of the community? And had it not crossed either of these good people’s minds to lose weight for the benefit of their spouse or pick up a book by Dr. Laura on healthy marital relationships?
Now truly, humans eat excessively to fill a void of emptiness inside. Hence the term, "emotional eater"—a state of existence that pushes away reason and frugality… and consequences.
Make no mistake about it, Mr. White’s neck is about to explode if his heart doesn’t collapse first, and you can bet your diabetic rolls of flab the taxpayers will have to foot the bill for Mr. White’s self mutilation.
In the middle of an economic depression or, if you will, a prelude to The Age of Frugality we hope shall soon arise, should it benefit the citizens of Princess Anne to have an obese man estranged from his wife gorging upon food on their tax paying dime? Assuredly not. We need healthy leaders with family values who have the mental acuity to make important budgeting decisions. Most of you will never understand this as 60% of the residents of the Eastern Shore of Maryland are fat and therefore mentally inept.
But look what you imbeciles did in Salisbury! You voted in a homosexual, Jim Ireton, to the mayorship—a creature who inserts his penis in other men’s rectums, recommends the same for children, and had no competency or regular experience in political affairs. Granted, he was not fat or an avid drunk, but being a homosexual is worse than those two together. Unfortunately, the accomplishment of "change", whatever that might be, may be worse than the previous dire conditions. Mayor Barrie Tilghman may have been a sour old drunk but at least she wasn’t a lesbian.
Then you have the Wicomico State’s Attorney Davis Ruark who can hardly stand up sober and more often than not is passed out face first into a lunch plate of alcoholic vomit.
None of this comes as a surprise since if the people are surly, fat, drunk and ignorant, then the leader who comes to their needs will be one greater than them—greater in surliness, fatness, drunkenness and ignorance that is.
It was a reincarnation of the Dark Ages with its barbarism and ignorance but to a greater degree. Truly, a worse state will never come to this wretched land, I pondered. If God himself were to crack the Earth and drop this whole ghastly misfortune of Salisbury and surroundings into an abyss, then pray, may the people spare Him the trouble and wreck the buildings, salt the land, and settle elsewhere… (outragedrichard.com)
Mr. White, the time has come to confess before the wrath of God comes down upon you. Are you a thief and a glutton? Fair enough, we believe you…
2 Peasants Speaketh
Dear Outraged One,
Lest not forget that this same man did weekends in jail for high crimes against the people of Pocomoke City, and strangly enough all of the players in town are the same except for Mr. White. He was married and had two children when he lived here, but was caught with a subordinate sprawled across his desk one day and on another was caught issuing a police badge to the son of Councilman Cane who runs the crack trade here in town. The councilmans son used the badge to flash to officers if he was pulled over and stated that he was working undercover! This same son has spent numerous times in jail not just for sellng marijuana, but for manufacturing and distributing crack cocaine.
I believe that the blog the Pocomoke Tattler has mentioned such things over the years and has been ridiculed for speaking of the sins commited by the leaders of thier town, but now one has to wonder, if these people are not correct.
After Mr. White was run out of town he settled into Princess Anne where he found a nice widow who had recently lost her husband and was quite wealthy, with an established business. He feigned interest in the business and even became a jeweler himself all to apparently educate himself on the quality of gemstones, as soon thereafter, it is rumored by many that their stones had been switched when they had work done on them by Mr. White.
His new wife threw him out on several occaisions and even bought him a cigar store in town.
This is where he apparently met Mr. Albero, as the store didn’t last very long as Mr. White smoked several $50 stogies per day himself, and probably gave away many to win political influence which landed him a seat on the council which led to the position that he enjoys today.
Glutton, absolutely. Although since his wife is serious about their seperation this time, he has lost about 100 for third time in his adult life, as I am quite sure that he is on the prowl for another woman who can attend to his expensive taste in everything he consumes.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t innapropriate with one of the waitress’s at outback and she finally got sick of hearing his stupid lines and tipped off the Times.
Frank is a smooth talker and will quite often be found smooshing with the younger ladies half his age.
Poor, ex Mrs White numbers one and two. They are both beautiful women who were more than abused and used by this glutonous monster.
This comment was moved from the “About” page to the post it was concerning:
“Thank you for crucifying the thieving glutton of Princess Anne. But did you HAVE to include a photo of him with his finally-and-long-overdue estranged wife.
And what’s thie, “. . . and so may we hope that by the grace of God these two fine people reaffirm themselves within holy matrimony.” crap. There’s only ONE fine person in that pair, and it’s only by the grace of God that she tried so hard and for so long to make the marriage work. So, to sink to your level of outrage, it’s hard for a human to make a marriage to a snake work.
And I’d be willing to place a health wager that he’s not man enough to admit he’s a thief and a liar.(Oh, yeah, that’s right. I forgot. He can’t be man enough because he’s a snake.) My apologies to all the real, slithering snakes of the world.
And may God please forgive my smart mouth. I can’t believe I’m sending this–signed even.”
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