The voting's open through tomorrow (Wednesday) evening, a day later than given in the original post. It's a day later because I was late in closing the nomination thread and opening up this one, due to unanticipated cardial circumstances.
The Big Guy really deserves the award, for all of the dying he's managed to do this year.
He really needs the franksolich treatment. I'm glad you're willing to oblige him.
You know, the big guy's been around a while, and was around a very long time before I bothered noting his existence.
He was a prominent fixture at our old home, his sponsor and biggest promoter being Library Lady; I'm sure many here remember Library Lady, whose research techniques--and results--surpassed excellence. I dunno why she went away; she would've been an invaluable contributor here.
Even after this place came into being, I usually ignored the big guy; other than that he too was born and raised here in Nebraska, he struck me as an utterly uninteresting primitive, dull and bland.
I however was moved to pity--he being a fellow Nebraskan, after all--as he got off on the wrong foot when he launched his campaign for the Bellevue city council. I knew there were external malicious forces working against him, and the big guy needed made aware of their existence, so as to counteract them.
I warned him over and over and over again.
And the big guy ignored franksolich over and over and over again.
In case one's not aware, no, the big guy never joined that august body in the third-largest city of Nebraska. Even though he actually tried two times.
Primitives ignore franksolich at their peril.
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The other thing about the big guy is that Nebraska's a pretty small state; there's not many states in the union with fewer people than Nebraska. And so we tend to know each other.
Well, not
quite that; but at the very least, we tend to know someone who knows someone we don't know. It didn't for example take me but a day or two of asking around, before I encountered someone who knew the big guy very well; in fact, had gone through high school with him, had shared lockers with him one year.
I had nothing to do with his popularity among law-enforcement personnel in this state--not that he was getting into trouble with them, but because he was always loudly supporting their murderers at the same time being employed by the Omaha police department--and was hardly surprised upon learning that the sheriff of this remote isolated little county, as far away from Omaha as if we were on the dark side of the moon--was familiar with him, and had read him. In fact, could even quote the big guy almost exactly.
Of course, it works both ways; the big guy, through his own connection (and all it takes is one, although the big guy probably enjoys several), probably knows more about franksolich than franksolich knows about the big guy. If Skins's island had something equivalent to the Top DUmmies contest, I'm sure the big guy could write a whale of an award for franksolich.