Posted by
Ralphie Parker on Friday, September 01, 2006 4:12:41 AM
Hello, me again. Another fun-filled night in South Florida, and after reading again on the
Fraters Libertas site that Chad the Elder foolishly accused
Mr. Hewitt and
Duane of kidnapping me and hinting that torture and coercion might be involved, I thought I'd share some of my adventures tonight and let you be the judge of whether Chad's telling the truth or not.
I saw a group of people that all were wearing Katherine Harris buttons, and I asked my friends to pull over so I could ask them why Ms. Harris won't debate her primary challenger, Will McBride. But as soon as I mentioned McBride's name, they all ran away. I wonder where they learned that from?
A little later, while driving around and sightseeing, my friends noticed that I seemed a little quieter than normal. They asked if everything was all right, and I said I was a little sad that I couldn't make it here in time to see a hurricane. Ernesto had fizzled, and had already blown through the area by the time I arrived, but my friends just smiled at me and said they had an idea.
After being exposed to nothing but Golden Gopher sports my whole life, it was very exciting to be at the home of the perennial top ten favorites, the Miami Hurricanes.
"Would you like to go inside and have a drink?" one of my friends asked me.
What do you think my answer was, Chad? By the way, She doesn't look a thing like Hugh or Duane, does she?
You betcha.
I had one of these...
...and probably the best coffee ever made.
As I lay down for my last night in South Florida, I thought mainly about two things. First, this was the best day in my whole life, and second, if Chad had treated me half this well, I would have never left.
So many decisions to make. In which direction do I head off tomorrow? The evils of Chad and the Fraters must be made known far and wide, but I've got a few ideas of where to head off next. But I'd better sleep on it.
Goodnight from South Florida. I'll check in when I get a chance.