‘Puter’s New Senator
Meet Rep. (soon to be Sen.) Kirsten Gillibrand, the person Gov. Paterson has apparently chosen to appoint to Secretary of State Clinton’s recently vacated seat.
‘Puter doesn’t know much about Rep. Gillibrand aside from the bare facts laid out in the linked New York Post article: she’s a mom of two, NRA-backed, against TARP, recommended by Sen. Chuck Schumer and abhorred by the liberal Downstate Democrat establishment.
The fact that her appointment has infuriated the liberal establishment Downstate is the best ‘Puter could have hoped for in a Paterson appointment. Here’s hoping she lives up to the hype.
And Albany is not really Upstate, except to those NYC dwellers who think everything north of Yonkers is Upstate. Because Albany’s sole remaining reason for existence is state government, and the state government is run by Downstaters, Albany’s more like North Manhattan. At least to those of us actually living Upstate.
Always right, unless he isn’t, the infallible Ghettoputer F. X. Gormogons claims to be an in-law of the Volgi, although no one really believes this.
’Puter carefully follows economic and financial trends, legal affairs, and serves as the Gormogons’ financial and legal advisor. He successfully defended us against a lawsuit from a liquor distributor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in unpaid deliveries of bootleg shandies.
The Geep has an IQ so high it is untestable and attempts to measure it have resulted in dangerously unstable results as well as injuries to researchers. Coincidentally, he publishes intelligence tests as a side gig.
His sarcasm is so highly developed it borders on the psychic, and he is often able to insult a person even before meeting them. ’Puter enjoys hunting small game with 000 slugs and punt guns, correcting homilies in real time at Mass, and undermining unions. ’Puter likes to wear a hockey mask and carry an axe into public campgrounds, where he bursts into people’s tents and screams. As you might expect, he has been shot several times but remains completely undeterred.
He assures us that his obsessive fawning over news stories involving women teachers sleeping with young students is not Freudian in any way, although he admits something similar once happened to him. Uniquely, ’Puter is unable to speak, read, or write Russian, but he is able to sing it fluently.
Geep joined the order in the mid-1980s. He arrived at the Castle door with dozens of steamer trunks and an inarticulate hissing creature of astonishingly low intelligence he calls “Sleestak.” Ghettoputer appears to make his wishes known to Sleestak, although no one is sure whether this is the result of complex sign language, expert body posture reading, or simply beating Sleestak with a rubber mallet.
‘Puter suggests the Czar suck it.