About this BLOG

Alaska is big. Alaska is unique. Alaska is a far away place, especially from the mainstream political scene of Pennsylvania Avenue, some 4000 air miles away. Alaska’s own capital is closer to Seattle then it is to most of the 572 thousand square miles of wilderness that is home to bears, moose, enormous caribou herds, horrendous flocks of mosquitoes and about a half-million residents scattered here and there and everywhere. But Alaska is the richest of states under the red, white and blue. We have oil. And Alaska gets the biggest bang from the buck, through yours and mine income taxation appropriations. So basically, Alaska is the oil welfare state! Such a sweet and sour quagmire was made possible through the generosity of three ultimate power U.S. representatives. This state really receives only a pittance from the oil giants who explore to exploit. I think that word pittance in reality means “pity”, and probably of British origin. Our law shaking lawmakers respectfully earned a name, the “Three Stooges”. But one opted to retire and gave the cushion senate seat to his daughter. He then became the governor and sold the henhouse to the fox at a discount, because the first big lady complained that the outhouse was rather small! Not only does this state win the coveted “Pork King” award time after time, we usually win the “Hog” trophy. We have bridges to nowhere, thanks to Uncle Don. We have hi-tech rocket launch facilities, with no rockets to launch, thanks to Uncle Ted. We have Cray super-computers, whose main use seems to be that of maintaining brewing recipes, for the local brew-masters club, once again courtesy of Uncle Sam. Boston has the “Big Dig”, we have the “Big TED”, a.k.a. Stevens International Airport, with a Bill “Nosebleed” Sheffield train depot, without tracks. Don’t hear any trains do you? To make it all work, we have “CORRUPTION”. In fact, this state is re-writing the book on CORRUPTION, as we have the best of the best. It is a cherished passion passed on down, from father to son and daughter. And those bridges to nowhere everybody else down below complains about, maybe it will soon point the way to a new prison, as we will need it once the Fed.’s get finished with Mr. B and company. Maybe we can call it BP, for “Big Prison”, or “Ben’s Place”, or…! So this BLOG is designed to reveal this time-tested corruption, in a humorous Twain way, as laughter is thy best medicine. Alaska, once the “Last Frontier” state. Now though, the “Corrupt Bastards” state!