With Apologies to Mazda, and with Mark using the back half of his commercial round-trip ticket, we find the political elite taking wing in the wild blue, off to the land of Lost Forest, the “Sanctuary,” the “Nature Preserve, the “Game Preserve,” to appreciate what happens when man starts to drill holes into Mother Earth… Dead Cows? Or Frightened Elk?
But really… who owns this plane? Who is piloting the Plane? Wes? BIG OIL? The Senator? Part of the congressional fleet on standby for junkets and fact-finding missions? Meanwhile, Johnny continues to display his pissy attitude toward to whole thing. Johnny, Honey, why don’t you shut your pie-hole and try to chill out for once in your life. You can’t control everything, you know…”