Evolution was proved wrong in Augusta this week. The Great Baldacci stepped down in the food chain. He is now “Commandante Baldacci,” tinhorn dictator of the new Banana Republic of Maine. All hail the commandante and his groveling yes-men and -women.

Four hundred and fifty million dollars needed to float the smoke-and-mirror “tax relief?” No need to confuse the peasants with a vote on the bonds that they will pay for. As for the underlings who bleated, “This budget makes me hold my nose, but I voted for it anyway,” something stinks all right, and we are looking at the source.

How gutless. More evidence of evolution’s failure, no backbones among the group.

Then the gay rights issue is thrown in the mix. The real problem isn’t the topic. The problem is that two votes by the people of Maine that did not go the way some wished. Commandante Baldacci, recognizing that the unwashed masses were simply too stupid to see his vision, took the burden from their backs. All hail his glorious intellect. No vote for you. Get back to work so you can pay for property tax relief.

Unfortunately here in the Banana Republic of Maine, the only rivers we can swim across to escape are full of ice. The commandante’s agenda is as transparent as a comb-over on a bald man. It hides nothing and only points out the fact that you are trying to cover something up.

Russ Mathers, Wilton

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