Fighting for the Little GUY

I know, a sheep who can discuss politics. Oy, we have no shame. If there is one thing a sheep hates to see is politicians and small town wanna be’s treating humans like chattel. They have no shame, will try to use bully tactics and strong-arm tactics to force agenda’s through. I witnessed such an event this past week. The sheep had to go rogue. I had to totally go SHEEP on them to get anything to change. They didn’t see me coming.

Nobody tries to put one past a sheep or its family or friends. If you cannot pass off a fake Louboutain, you won’t succeed with anything else. If we see anything that isn’t kosher we go be aaaaatch on their sorry behinds. No more Mrs. nice sheep. The wigs go on, the tits get inflated, floatation devices placed so our Chanel will hang straight and do what any good sheep would. We get a manure cue. After that, the gloves come off and its anyone’s game. Bertha has been known to bite. But my sweet talking knew how to get it done. Mind you sweet talking to us, isn’t what you think it is. No sir, we get to the point, play rough, and when we are done, everyone needs a good cigar. The dog is sitting here blowing smoke rings into the air. He totally approves of our tactics.

It took some wig pulling, waxing of thier egos, but in the end, the little guy came out the victor, and they had to remove what was a growth on the behind of the trash company. I would have loved to have been a fly on that wall when they discovered it was a sheep who did the dirty work. Never saw a sheep in drag I am sure.

Was it our bad breath, floatation devices, or implants that wooed them? Could it have been the way we danced a verbal tango of words, or the come hither approach only Bertha could pull off? Nah, it was the teeth. Much like when someone tries to snatch a designer bag from a woman, Henrietta showed her teeth, letting them know…we were not amused. A woman fights for three things, designer anything, diamonds the size of Gibraltar or any of the Islands, and Chocolate. This time it was about trash cans. Its like sex and that damn politico. We tell him to naff off, that “no means no” but he still tries to put one past us. That came out wrong, but you get the idea.  In any case, the sheep won and the losers got the front door. Actually they got the big send off, in a truck, with other cans whom they tried to pass off to the public.

Never try to go up against a sheep, you cannot win.

About cruisepuppy7452a

50/D/F, who is a college grad, former associate producer/marketing agent for an indy film co. I have also worked as a caterer/chef. Currently in the process of writing 2 books, one humor and the other is a cookbook. What makes me tick is fighting for the little guy. Nothing makes my more angry than a bully who attacks the elderly, disabled, poor, middle class or unemployed. Some question my sanity or motives. I am totally sane, and my motives are pure. I do what is right, I give back and try to help make this world a better place for all. Ted Kennedy once called my ideas crazy and that was when I knew I was on the right track. Apparently he only did so to those whom he respected. As payback to him and his family I will continue to fight for the little guy, until someone tells me a sheep has replaced me. Only then, as I respect sheep, they are good people. My blog is to discuss issues, question everything and get people asking questions and thinking outside of the box. I am a defender of the people, thier rights and civil liberties and will continue the good fight until nobody is seen as bad, evil, perverse, or other. Its the same bus, there is no first class, . Its your choice. Back to the sheep. Like the sheep in my novel, I am laid back, easy going, have a sense of humor and am easily entertained. Some expect the ususal nonsense. Read the blog and it becomes apparent who I am. I do hope to one day run for political office. I have seen what ego does, how power and money corrupt, and religion can cause harm
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