What annoys me about the primitives is their donkey-like refusal to take our advice; advice offered with none but the most noble, the most sincere, the most compassionate, motives in mind.
When Omaha Steve announced his impending candidacy for public office, the first thing his fellow Nebraskan--me--said was that if he wanted to succeed, he'd better stop hanging around Skins's island and the primitives, and he'd better stop right then and there.
This advice was not offered because of any sympathy with Omaha's Ed Norton's political ideology--no way--and it was not offered as a trick to get Omaha Steve tripped up. It was merely the counsel of one fellow Nebraskan to another fellow Nebraskan deeply interested in the well-being of a fellow Nebraskan.
To be a candidate, and to openly hang around Skins's island, is political suicide, even in blue areas.
And trust me, Nebraska's no blue area.
Well, Omaha's Ed Norton paid no attention, no attention at all, to franksolich.
So I sharpened my advice. Omaha Steve could be a viable political candidate, or Omaha Steve could continue hanging around with the other primitives. He could do one thing or the other thing, but not both things.
And which thing he chose to do, would reveal where his true interests lay.
Well, Omaha's Ed Norton continues to hang around Skins's island, shooting off his mouth, and so it's obvious what he really wants to do, of the two options.
And so now we anxiously await the denouement of what could've been something big, but ended up a farce, a comedy, a parody, a caricature, of a campaign.
And it'll all be Omaha Steve's own fault; he should've listened to franksolich.
