Young Alaskans

To all of the “Young” Alaskan out there, how many wasted precious time last night listening to Governor Sean “Give Away the Farm” Parnell’s “State of the State”? I don’t blame anyone for being derelict and not listening in, as once again the speech was nothing more than a fabricated way to say screw you Alaskans. Look Sean, read what the experts have said, there ain’t going to be a “Big” gas line project, there’s an export ban in effect for North Slope gas! A ban only the sitting U.S. President can lift, so it ain’t going to happen on your watch, as Obama knows how you feel towards his health care and gun control reform. And how much more money will Sean and the legislature give away, for nothing in return? This state has already spent over a $billion$ to just study a gas line, and it is no closer to delivering affordable energy to the citizens of this state. We needed a gas line yesterday, not for export, for in state use. That should be the number “ONE” priority and if you wonder why the military brass is thinking of shutting down many of the bases here in the “Lost Frontier”, too expensive to buy coal! Look, the guy that knows best this state’s “Health”, that single most “State of the State” grade being the “economy”, well Scott Goldsmith has said it like it is, “Cut Spending and SAVE”! Us “Older” Alaskans, we once thought that nobody could top Bill Sheffield as an incompetent governor, seems like Sean will even outdo Bill, and that is pretty pathetic. So to sum things up, Sean’s address can be identified with a Bob Dylan tune, Maggie’s’ Farm:

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
No, I aint gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
No, I aint gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window 
It is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
Well, when she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
Everybody says
She's the brains behind pa
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They say sing while you slave and I just get bored
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

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