Stoopid Twosday.....Shine on you crazy diamond. Inside the mind of Gloria Squitiro.

Some of you may recall back in the day when Nancy Reagan allegedly used psychics, held seances, and other new agey spiritual shenanigans in the White House. More than a few people figured she was crazy. Well crazy has come to Kansas City, like one of the 4 horseman of the Apocalypse. Her name is Gloria, and behold, she rides a Pale gaunt guy instead of a horse. Any remaining shreds of dignity in the Mayors office have been totally destroyed, all hope of Mayor Funk turning his first and final term around have been dashed. All thanks to his number one supporter, his wife. A 2008 journal, kept on a city hall computer, reveals the thoughts, anger, and unbridled hate, of Kansas Citys first "Lady". Why the Mayors wife was stupid enough to document her true feelings on a city computer is beyond me. 35 pages of revelations, how her mind works, all laid out. It's the car crash you can't look away from. You can read it in all it's glory here. There are ghostly apparitions, lots of "poor Me's", and an insight into the unguarded and unstable mind of a woman who influences the "elected leader"of Kansas City. It isn't often that you get a chance to see inside someones soul, I cant recommend it enough. The PDF is 35 pages long, it's alot to digest, but it's a must read. My initial thoughts after reading her diary;

1. I feel sorry for the Funk and I have to admit a begrudging respect for his devotion to a woman who clearly is not mentally balanced. That said, I have an equal amount of disdain for an elected official, a Mayor no less, who would allow the city to suffer in order to placate his wife.

2. Some people take great pleasure in being miserable. Gloria loves the drama as long as she can be the center of it. She relishes the role of victim, even though her victimization comes from her own hand and mouth.

3. She needs to get some serious mental help, stat.

One of the most telling points, at least in my mind, Gloria gets pissed off because a mechanic can't remove her car wheel due to locking lug nuts to which there was no key. She complains about the "Asshole" wasting their time. She wants what she wants, when she wants it, and pity the fool who stands in her way. 35 pages of crazy, fear, loathing, envy, lust for power, it's all there, and really worth a read when you have an extra 30 minutes.

What fascinates me is the voyeuristic aspect of those 35 pages. These are private thoughts, stupidly stored on a city computer. She never intended for much of what was revealed to be public record, these are her inner thoughts, often ugly, petulant, and childish. I almost felt guilty reading it, like finding someones diary open and unattended. Then again, most people don't keep a diary on a city hall computer. If it was anyone else, I'd say that the fallout over these 35 pages of crazy would be the catalyst that would prompt Funk to step down, for the sake of his wife and family. But the Mayor is stubborn, incompetent but stubborn. I think he will ride it out to the bitter end, even if it sends his unbalanced wife over the edge.

Fast Eddie Friday

Yeah I know, I said I was going to do this on Thursdays, then every Friday, and Ive done neither. So sue me, in the meantime, hang on cause here we go, Fast and Loose.

This lovely story and accompanying photo come out of Memphis, home of the King, shitty dry BBQ and those ducks that parade through a hotel everyday. PETA is one of those organizations that I have mixed feelings about. On the one hand they bring attention to the mistreatment of animals, on the other , they just go way the fuck out there in their methods of message delivery.

They also seem to show more concern for the lowly chicken than for their own peeps, as evidenced by the above photo. As you can see there are two pantie clad nubile young ladies wrapped like a couple of flank steaks, laying in the sun, while the cops and another PETA person decide if they are okay. One of the girls was complaining that she was ill, in pain and medium well as she baked under the hot assed Memphis sun. Normally a couple of pantie clad chica's in Saraann wrap would be kind of hot, but not with all the blood and possibility of being roasted alive. I may have mentioned this before, but I like repeating myself. If you go to outlandish extremes to deliver your message, people will just write you off as CRAZY. Case in point, wrapping two humans in shrink wrap and baking them in the sun.

So rumors run rampant when it comes to the first couple of Kansas City, The Funks. Now according to TKC and a few others, there is talk of a settlement in the complaint by a now terminated employee of the Mayors office. I'm no political pundit, and I tend to not delve into the area of politics too often, frankly it bores me, however, I am sick and tired of these two Ass Clowns treating the Mayors office as their personal playground. I am equally pissed that the mayor and council cut tons of services, funding and city jobs, only to consider shelling out money we supposedly don't have for shit like remodeling their offices and settling EEOC complaints. So listen up Mr. Mayor, grow a pair of balls and tell your goofy, uncouth, bare foot, idiotic other half to take her ass home. You have made a mockery of the office you were sworn to uphold, you have cost this city money, and most important and offensive, you have shown utter contempt and disrespect to the people who narrowly elected you to office. And you might want to refresh that resume and get it posted on monster dot com, I have a feeling you wont be back for a second term.

And on a related note to the above paragraph on PETA. I have a couple of parakeets, many of you may recall my plan to teach them to ride my Yorkie and perform tricks. I figured it would be a nifty way to get rich, not really. Anywho, Ive got a couple of parakeets and Ive got no time for them. Seriously, I've got to find them a home. Between the ever increasing pack of dogs I posses, I am running the risk of ending up on the news. So if one of my readers is in the market for two small birds who are capable of making huge messes, then you have come to the right place. They come with cage, toys, food, and I will deliver or you can pick them up. The only stipulation is that if you pick them up, you will have to sign a sworn affidavit to never reveal where I actually live, or the squalor that I am wallowing in. Seriously, the birds have to go. I just don't have time for them. .

Heather , everyone's favorite drug pusher (nurse) posted some pictures of a pony, and is trying to pass it off as a puppy. I have to take exception with her contention that the huge beast occupying her home is a puppy. While admittedly cute, it is not a puppy, but an equine in puppies clothing. I submit to you my loyal reader, puppies.

Everyone have a safe weekend and I'll see you on Monday.