At least every gas station doesn’t have slot machines and “casino” signs outside, as is the case in South Dakota.
On the Way to Potterville
At least every gas station doesn’t have slot machines and “casino” signs outside, as is the case in South Dakota.
Isn’t that just what Woodstock has become under “Bri” Sager and his cronies?
It ain’t no “Wonderful Life” in Tax Heavy Woodstock!
Instead of groundhogs the town is infested with rats.
Add in all the new pot shops and we are really on the road to nowhere.
In other states as I am driving I see a lot of old (and new) hippies coming out of legal weed shops with their little bags of dope, and every one of them has a Cheshire cat grin on their face, like they are getting away with something.
Pottersville will look like a paradise.
“Cheshire Cat: If I were looking for a white rabbit, I’d ask the Mad Hatter.
Alice: The Mad Hatter? Oh, no no no…
Cheshire Cat: Or, you could ask the March Hare, in that direction.
Alice: Oh, thank you. I think I’ll see him…
Cheshire Cat: Of course, he’s mad, too.
Alice: But I don’t want to go among mad people.
Cheshire Cat: Oh, you can’t help that. Most everyone’s mad here.
Cheshire Cat: You may have noticed that I’m not all there myself.”
Pot smoking Hippies of the 60’s and 70’s are now in their 70’s and 80’s and are still as dumb as a rock.
eI adore the way that “allowing” gambling is seen as some sort of favor, when there should be “less government”
The only way they allow it is that they will make money by allowing it.
Let’s turn over the table on the whole place.
How Republicans are not setting fire to this nanny state, I will never understand.
Sager wrecked Woodstock with his gay ‘pride’ parade.