Chicago and Springfield are so corrupt you almost get the idea that they are joking. It’s like the state is run by old-timey caricatures of greed and corruption. I mean, really -- who voted the bipedal pig with the top hat and monocle into office?
Here is a little local trivia to illustrate. When you are traveling along any north-south road that crosses the Illinois-Wisconsin border, you can always know which side of the border you are on based on the condition of the pavement. Really. You can close your eyes and actually hear the moment you pass the state line. It works on not just a couple roads… but every single one. How does Wisconsin manage to have pothole-free roads without toll booths set up every 500 yards? It's because cheesehead politicians take taxpayer dollars and actually use it for public good. Hurray!! Er... let me use a local colloquialism for exclaiming happiness: PACKERS!!!!
I want our property to succeed to Wisconsin. We live close enough to the border, it should be a simple transaction.
Let’s cleanse the palate with a bit of cuteness:
Ah, that’s better. Alexander seems to understand how life is a delicate balance of horror and hilarity. He is often laughing hysterically, then he’ll suddenly curl his lower lip over into a pout and start crying… then just as quickly return to laughing. I assume he isn’t bipolar – he just has a surprisingly sophisticated grasp on reality.
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