It’s almost that time of the year where we honor the person who has done more than anyone else in Colorado to change our once liberty-loving state into California. That’s right! Soon we will be unveiling the 2018 Californian of the Year! Here at Independence Institute, we are committed to preserving what we call the Colorado Character: The craving we have to be free to make our own decisions. We battle those who are working to change our Colorado Character into California Control: The demand that we can and must make decisions for other people. And after the last election, we have to wonder just how close to a full Californian Conversion we are. Next week we’ll start announcing our Californian of the Year nominations. If there is someone you think should be recognized for their work in moving Colorado even closer to California, please send your suggestion to us and our panel of judges will consider it. But hurry. We’ll be announcing the official nominees starting after Christmas! Eat your hearts out Oscars! Until then, to help get you into the Christmas Spirit (Independence style), I thought you might enjoy this festive seasonal poem by our talented graphic artist and Creative Labs team member Tracy Smith. 'Twas the Night before Festivus when all through II Many grievances were stirring and I think we know why The coffee pot was empty on the burner so hot in the hopes that someone would just turn it off The mail was nestled in one great big pile Where it will sit for a very long while And me in my sweater and wearing my cap the boiler’s not working it’s a big piece of crap When out on the lawn there arose such a sight three stoned homeless guys bedding down for the night Away to kitchen I flew like a flash to see all the cans overflowing with trash And inside the fridge to no one’s merriment are the slimy green remnants of a science experiment When what to my wondering eyes should appear But Jon Caldara Drinking a beer With a tiny ukulele a crash and a thunk I knew in a moment he must be quite drunk More rapid than eagles inappropriate comments fly making our lawyers tremble and sigh On Jazzy, On Sneakers down the hall they tear covering us all in layers of dog hair The interns are great we say with a wink if only they didn’t stack plates in the sink We leave out our trashcans for our cleaning guy TJ too bad he only picks them up every three hundredth Tuesday The doorbell it rings then it rings some more geez, people give us a chance to get to the door For freedom we work writing research pages for a tiny little paycheck practically slave wages But as much as we bitch we just have to say we wouldn’t want II any other way We all exclaim as we drink Jack and Sprite Happy Festivus to all and keep up the good fight |
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