Another successful night out on the town in the People’s Republic of Madison, where my revelry was not only not impeded, but enhanced by the actions of union janitors and cab drivers. Apparently the people of the PRM are so sated by good beer, great music, fatty foods, and the young legs of nubile Badger co-eds that they fail to recognize the leftist oppression that dominates their daily lives. One of these days, they will look at the clean streets, the bicycle lanes, the ample sidewalks, the busty young blonde women who say “OTE” instead of “out,” the plentiful park benches and wide variety of vendor food, and realize that they are living in a modern hellhole.
Until then, I’m going to keep enjoying this place and their odd customs, which include being polite, helpful, and courteous to strangers and engaging in light yet friendly conversation with said strangers.
Like I said, these Wisconsin fuckers are weird. I have a presentation to attend in a few hours (6!), so wish me luck.
Also, too, the Onion started in Madison. I count that as a win.