In which I pit the Governor of Kentucky

Dear Mr. Ernie Fletcher,

Please bite me. In fact, go suck eggs you heartless rat-assed inbred streak of piss. Y’know I was actually feeling inclined to like you during the elections that tossed you into the Governor spot, but you lied bitch! Yeah the state is in bad shape fiscally, but where’d you decide to cut the money from? That’s right! Exactly from the place you said you would improve in your campaign. You cut it from the Education budget, and more specifically the higher education budget. Thanks to you, my University which was gaining a certain reputation for quality education at reasonable prices for those who are less traditional students is, you guessed it, being forced to raise tuition for its students, quite a few of whom are borderline able to afford being a full time student while still working full time as well. These are people who are literally playing a balancing act on a budgetary tightrope to improve their lives and what are they gonna do now? I’ll tell ya what. They’re gonna leave.

And what’s better? NKU may not be the biggest college in the state, but it’s the fastest growing and thus requires funding increases just to keep up. What did we get? Oh yes, the worst cut of any state-funded school. I hope you eat shit and die, sir. I hope you get caught having an affair with a syphilitic whore on your wife’s bed and when she finds out that fact I hope she bites your dick off, swallows the tiny thing whole, testifies before the world that you were the worst lay ever, and single-handedly destroys your chances of getting elected as dog catcher of East HellHole, Kentucky.

Sincerely yours,

I am not proud to call Gov. Fletcher a fellow alumnus of the UK College of Medicine. What a power tool.

On the one hand, if I had been living in KY last year, I could have been one more voice in the wilderness trying to keep him out of office. On the other, I was not subjected to his campaign. I have seen several of his campaign bumper stickers, which feature pictures–not of Fletcher, or his running mate, or of anyone associated with him, but of kids. Just random kids. I’m sorry, but there’s something about that level of exploitation that makes me want to yak.

He’s inherited a mess, so on the bright side, there’s probably no way for him to look good. And at least he’s not in Congress anymore. Still, I’ll be moving back to the state in a year and a half, so I can only hope he doesn’t manage to fuck things up that badly in the meantime.

Dr. J