Being the daily adventures of Mark Trail, rugged journalist and vigilante. Forever 32, when confronted by somebody doing his animal friends wrong, Mark has but one solution: The Right Fist 'O Justice.
Monday, September 22, 2008
What was previously a storyline about a cute, cuddly, rabid theif who was diverting the water supply for his marijuana patch has become a boring, dry strip about zoning codes and land developers. Things will only be made good if Mark punches a Senator. A U.S. Senator. State ones don't count.
Actually, developers just need a dredge and fill permit from the US Army Corps of Engineers. And the Corps pretty much hands those things out to anyone with a pulse and a bulldozer. Perhaps Mark should go right to the top and put the beat down on the Corps (after punching a Senator or two, the Corps is only a couple of blocks from the Senate offices). After that, he can track down that goddam raccoon that stole his watch.
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Actually, developers just need a dredge and fill permit from the US Army Corps of Engineers. And the Corps pretty much hands those things out to anyone with a pulse and a bulldozer. Perhaps Mark should go right to the top and put the beat down on the Corps (after punching a Senator or two, the Corps is only a couple of blocks from the Senate offices). After that, he can track down that goddam raccoon that stole his watch.
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