Provari Bill has resumed his work in the Last Chance Saloon. I wonder how he will feel when he runs out of parts? Relieved? Annoyed? Anointed?
It's a shame you can reserve a spot sort of futuristically, like, I'm fairly sure in a few more years, I could Kill Another (if I wanted a spot on like the political scene I could probably get a job hunting down and killing like, Provari
mods and I like to imagine I'd be like the Chick who cut off two zombies heads with her swords of some vaguely Eastern Marital Arts type and tied them to her belt in the Zombie show. I always want to call it World of Warcraft and forget it's name. But, she was a fun sort. Creative, like.)
But yes, I could be the Provari Hunter and Killer and I bet I could talk Donald into an appointment.
I would just need to rob a few banks because when politicians "debate" these days, I like to imagine their hands under the podium are not nervously shuffling together, they are secretly negotiating with a pocket calculator or an apple watch or a parrot (IDK) concerning how much money they will give or take from each other to make or refrain from making a political statement.
It's all a numbers game is what I'm saying. It's why those freaking debates are SO BORING mostly. They are just glassy eyed reading their "relentless message" off teleprompters as the words on the teleprompter change based on whom has accepted whose price.
Sarah Palin did not participate due to the primitive nature of the Alaskan Condition (I am sort of kidding I know there is like Science and stuff done there and drilling for oil IIRC) and Very dangerous Fishing but like, yeah, she was ......ed (some might say MORE than technologically but I'm NOT saying it) but she definitely had the parrot.
Thank y'all for the welcome back. I promise not to kill provaris for money.
Anna