Friday Night Man Flesh

With only a few more days to go before election day, some of the candidates - that being Fenris and the Mayor - have disappeared into their inner circles to prepare for the results. I, Lisa, on the other hand, have been busy meeting with the citizens of Mitchieville, along with my trusty body guard YY. I care about the people because I want their vote and they want my handouts.

This is Jamie. He volunteered to accompany me on a graffiti removal mission this past week. Though graffiti has long been a problem in Mitchieville, we've seen an increase in such vandalism since the writ has been dropped. The arts community is out in full force with their spray cans and markers, claiming the current laws against defacing property that doesn't belong to you are oppressive and discriminatory. Hoping to free themselves of the chain of capitalism, at the same time as they profit from the fruits of the labour of others, local starving artists are also once again demanding a performing arts centre as they cannot afford to build one themselves though they feel they are entitled to one at taxpayer expense. When elected Mayor of Mitchieville on October 10, I will ban all arts funding and increase fines for illegal graffiti.


This fine specimen is a member of the Mitchieville Fire Department. He's offered to spend the next 168 hours at my campaign headquarters in case yet another arson attempt is made. His tummy will be well fed with culinary delights from my kitchen.

Sargon tells me I am in the lead in all advanced polling stations across the city. Don't be a loser, vote for Lisa.


Footnote from Sargon: Be sure to check out a classic episode of the Twilight Zone that Mike of the London Fog just linked to. If you think of Fenris and Mitch as Kanamits as you view it, much will be revealed to you.