Hello blog kiddies!

This is your old friend Robert Wilkinson. I was dispatched by some politicos to come back to Eugene from my re-enforced bunker somewhere in north-north Dakota to cover the local elections. Due to my lack of a Garman I was diverted to San Louis Obispo where I was privy to a great election results party held on a small private beach filled with fire dancers, chainsaw jugglers, and one strip dancer who seemed far out of place.

After all that commotion I needed to get back to my assignment in the Emerald City we all know and love. I hopped a train and found my way to The Davis on Broadway. There I encountered a large group of what I assume were vehement supporters and constant volunteers, people who sacrificed their personal lives daily to make sure their candidate was the one waving the flag of victory. Of course I don’t know if any of this was true, they like me may have been freelance journalists who were lured here by the promise of free food and a large selection of beers on tap. Speaking of which somewhere in the middle of all the speeches, patting each other on the back and celebrating I developed a longing for a smoke break.

Stepping outside I met a man in a presumptions button up shirt and tie combo named “Josh Foster” (name changed to protect the innocent). He informed me of the workings of the campaign and who I should meet to get the hookup on further political goings on.

Kitty Piercy won this election by a small amount of votes (they said a number but I was pretty drunk by this point. To find this number go to Lane County Elections website) but her victory goes to show that even in a heated small town mayoral election, the cream rises to the top and the fat cat developers tend to sink due to pockets stuffed with fat wads of other peoples money.

Reporting once again from the Emerald City this is Robert Wilkinson signing off. Be good to each other, kiddies, and stop drinking all my beer.