(Yes, I said "Pole Rigger" in the art above, cuz I've heard things that ain't got nothin' to do with polls.)

Weasel Mark Shannon is hiding out. As mentioned in the last column, he is fond of complaining about his health. He's just like a spinster aunt with woman worries. True to form, as soon as I let him know he'd been busted rigging polls he stuttered then ran straight to Baptist Hospital and checked himself in. Probably for "nerves".

Here wussy wussy wussy.

I'm sure there are a bunch of redneck Teabaggers anxious to lay their nutsacks down somewhere that are hoping for Weasel's speedy recovery. Me? I hope he gets ebola.

Just to ensure he is comfy I am going to pay him a visit in the Baptist psych ward tonight. Plus I have the time since the United White Knights Klan Rally in Shawnee, that I was at earlier, abrubtly ended after a little accident they're trying to blame me for. I guess I better stop by the Baptist Burn Unit while I'm over there and see how Wiz is doing too. Nobodies getting any fucking flowers though! Bitches.  



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