The Nankipooh Enquirer
"Covers the South like Sorghum Syrup"
P. O. Box 1849
Nankipooh, Georgia
Editor in Chief: Colonel Bascomb Biggers
Ace Reporter : Scoop Biggers
"Just the facts, Mam"
Just in case you didn't know...
I am not running for President of the United States of America.
My name is Norman Biggers Bentley
My father's name was James Henry Bentley
His father's name was James Harrison Bentley
My mother's name was Elizabeth Biggers Bentley
Her father's name was James Norman Biggers
His father's name was Bascomb Biggers
My Great Grandfather, Bascomb Biggers of Nankipooh, Georgia is running for President of the United States of America.
Thank you,
Norman Biggers Bentley
(My cousin Scoop Biggers, of The Nankipooh Enquirer is running Bascomb's campaign, and below is some information about Bascomb)
from Bascomb...
"During my lifetime I saw a lot of American history, including the Civil War, which was about as bad as it ever got in this country. It looks like now though, that we are in some pretty hard times again, and I just can't hold my tongue any longer.
Here are a few things that remind me that no matter how hard times get, we are still lucky, and mighty beholden to the good Lord for looking out for us. When people ask me how I am, I say, "Better than I deserve, but not as good as I wanna be!" Which a reminder to me that we all owe everything to the good Lord! But here are a few of those good things that I mentioned.
1. Hearing the bell ring to come in for dinner, after being out in the field since sun up.
2. A cold dipper full of well water, after six hours out in the hot July Georgia sun.
3. The sound of caddie-dids up in the trees at sundown.
4. Watching the lightening bugs after dark.
5. Hearing that old bull frog down by the mill pond late in the evening.
6. Waking up in the morning when the rooster crows, and knowing there are fresh eggs, and homemade biscuits for breakfast.
7. Walking out to the fields with the fresh scent of Georgia pine in my nose.
Something I ain't never liked is a politician standing on a tree stump and making promise for votes that you know he ain't never going to keep.
Vote for me, I promise not to steal or lie, near as much as the other guy!
Here is a little piece I wrote awhile back about what I think about the state of politics in the good old USA today.
"Well a lot of folks have been asking me what the difference is between the Skunks (Republicans) and the Polecats ( Democrats), and I can tell you that about the only difference is the way they want to spend the money that they steal from you, Other than that, they both stink, and all they want to do is argue with one another, and the never get anything done.
It reminds me of a fishing trip I took a few years ago, when me and Clem Patterson was fishing up on the Standing Boy Creek near Mulberry Grove. Well you see me and Clem had a bet going as to who was going to catch the most fish that day, with the winner getting a bucket of beer from the other one. By five o'clock I had done caught seventeen Bluegill to his four, but he just wouldn't give up. So he says, "I will go you double or noting, that I catch a bigger fish than you before six o'clock". Well right after that I caught a Bluegill that must have weighed a pound and a half, which was a really big one for that little creek. But old Clem he just wouldn't give up, and then about five minutes till six, he got a bite that just about pulled his cane pole right out of his hands. "I got you now Bascomb', he says as he struggles to land that mighty fish. Well, he finally drug it up on the bank, and it turns out that it wasn't a fish at all, but instead it was a big old three or four pound snapping turtle. Of course, Clem claimed that it counted even though it wasn't a fish, and I argued that we was fishing, not turtling, and so nobody got any beer that day, and me and old Clem have been arguing about that day ever since.
That's kinda what the next election seems to be all about, with nobody being able to agree as to what the contest is really about, except they all want to win, and get a taste of your money. The truth is though, that the election should be about fixing what's broke about our country, and most of the money should go towards that, and that's just what old Bascomb wants to do We got some serious business to take care of, so we better get to doing it, instead of arguing about who gets to count the money!
Bascomb Biggers
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