The Ripon Rabbit
So, there I was, sitting at Red’s bar, minding my own business, nursing my drink like any other day, when suddenly, lo and behold, I see the town’s prized possession, the Little White Schoolhouse, cruising down the street on a flatbed truck like it’s some sort of Sunday parade float! You should’ve seen the look on ol’ Kathy’s face; she nearly dropped her beer at the sight!
Now, I’m no rocket scientist, but even in my “well-refreshed” state, I could tell something fishy was going on.
The buzz around town was that the big shots in charge had this brilliant idea to relocate our beloved birthplace of the Republican Party. But what they conveniently forgot to mention was that they already knew this move was gonna kick it off the list of historic places. Real smooth, folks.
So, picture this: here comes this grand ol’ piece of history, lumbering past Red’s bar, destination unknown, with all these decision-makers patting themselves on the back for their genius plan. And there I am, chuckling into my glass, watching history—literally—drive away to its unsanctioned new home like it’s some kind of sideshow attraction.
I could practically hear the Little White Schoolhouse screaming, “What’s the rush, boys and girls?” But hey, who am I to question the wisdom of our esteemed leaders, right? And oh, let’s not forget the local paper’s stories, trying to convince us all that everything’s peachy keen, when we all knew it was anything but. I mean, sure, tell us more fairytales; I’ll grab another round while we’re at it!
But here’s the kicker—the best part of this whole circus: the Ripon Rabbit Hole, bless their souls, trying to save the day like superheroes, blowing the whistle and trying to set things straight before it all went belly up. But nope, nobody wants to listen to the voice of reason when there’s a perfectly good disaster waiting to happen!
So, here’s a New Year toast to, my friends, to the Little White Schoolhouse and its joyride down the street to nowhere. Who needs history anyway, right? Cheers to the decision-makers for their impeccable planning! As for me, I’ll just sit back, enjoy my drink, and watch the show unfold. Because in this town, it seems like common sense ain’t so common after all.
Cheers, y’all!
– Rip-Off
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