Ford keeps doing the right thing

Well, hopefully this is the right thing and it doesn't sink them.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090331/ap_on_bi_ge/ford_car_payments

If you don't feel like reading the article it basically says Ford will cover the payment of your new car purchase for a year up to $700/month if you lose your job. I kind of want to buy a Mustang Cobra and then try to get fired. Just in time for summer!

Maybe it's just a ploy to get GM employees to buy Ford as most of them will be unemployed soon.

This company keeps doing what seems to be the right things. I think if you're going to burn all this damn money on worthless ass GM and Chrysler you should at least give Ford something for running their shit right in the first place. Tax breaks? Fuel efficiency research grants? Something.

You Know It's Good Because It's Made In Germany

There are a few groups of people that I would love to strangle the life out of. Among them are infomercial guys. Mostly I hate Billy Mays as I haven't seen enough of the Shamwow guy to really hate him.

Apparently the Shamwow guy couldn't get enough ass from his TV gig so he had to pay for it. Last month he was arrested for beating up a hooker after she tried to bite his tongue off. Shamwow guy wanted to make out but the hooker was all about business. Kissing a hooker? Gross! Don't you know where that mouth has been? Dumbass.

The whole story instantly made me think of this:

Didn't he watch Pretty Woman? Everybody knows you're not supposed to kiss hookers.

Perfect Movie Casting

I read the other day that someone was going to make a Three Stooges movie and I thought that would be pretty dumb. They did however put together a really top notch cast for this movie. Check this out:
Moe - Benecio Del Toro
Curly - Jim Carrey
Larry - Sean Penn
More than likely this movie is going to suck even with this kind of star power.

I also read a while ago that they were going to make an A-Team movie and John Singleton was to direct but apparently everything is on hold. I started thinking of my own dream cast for this movie. It goes a little something like this:
Hannibal - Bruce Willis (grizzled, tough and funny at the same time)
BA Barracus - Ving Rhames (only big black guy I could think of besides M Clark Duncan)
Murdock - Jim Carrey (I feel he was born for this role)
Face - Brad Pitt (obvious)
Could you imagine this movie?

Some movies I feel were perfectly cast:
-Sleepy Hollow by Tim Burton (Walken kicked ass in a non-speaking role)
-Batman and Batman Returns (who knew Michael Keaton could pull it off. Then Jack and Devito as the respective bad guys, awesome)
-Indiana Jones (they originally had Tom Selleck slated for this role, glad they wised up)
-SlingBlade (who knew Dwight could act?)
-Fight Club (Helena Bonham Carter needs to be in more flicks)
-Unforgiven (still my favorite Clint movie, I know it's an obvious one, sorry)
-X-Men (the original one. I don't know about the comics but from what I hear all the characters were dead on)
-The Last Samurai (call him a quack all you want, Tom Cruise can act)

Here are a couple of my most poorly cast movies:
-Star Wars Episode 2-3 (damn do I hate Hayden Christiansen)
-Batman and Robin (Clooney was the worst Batman ever and who could stand Robin?)
-The Patriot (I love this movie but cannot stand Heath Ledger in it)
-Bad Boys (I never bought Martin Lawrence being a cop)
-Robin Hood (I've always believed Kevin Costner to be really overrated)

That's all I can think of right now.

This Old Lady at the Park

A couple weeks ago we met this old lady at the park near the house and she had 3 dogs of leash and listening to her every command. We chatted with her for a couple minutes and I've seen her up there a couple times and always said hi but it wasn't until today that I actually talked to her for a considerable amount of time. It turns out she's had what I considered to be a pretty cool life. Kids, living in cool places and stuff like that.

Then she told me that she had just moved to the area with her dogs about 2 years ago. I asked 'Oh yeah, where did you move from?'. 'The Bahamas', she said. 'You moved 3 dogs from the Bahamas?' I asked. 'Yep, they're my dogs' she answered matter-of-factly.

Now I'm going to put this into perspective. This self-described decrepit old lady (I guess to be mid 70s) had the patience to move 3 fairly large adult dogs from the freakin Bahamas but all these yuppie fucks on craigslist are getting rid of their dogs because they're too lazy to find a home that accepts pets? Fuck! She's at the park EVERY DAY!

It must be a generational thing. This little old lady can handle 3 dogs, my Mom handled us and dogs and cats and whatever else but nobody now seems to be able to control their shit. Don't believe me? Go on the pets section of craigslist and look how many people are 'rehoming' animals due to work or moving or having kids or just plain fucking laziness. Makes me sick.

My Take on the AIG Bonuses

So I'm sure everyone knows about the AIG bonuses so I'll keep the wrap up short. Basically AIG got close to $200billion in bailout money then spent nearly $200million to pay bonuses. Now everybody is really pissed.

Don't get me wrong, I'm pissed too, BUT I fail to see where an entire week of congressional debates should be spent trying to get this money back. As pissed as I am about this it's not that much money in the grand scheme of things. They're basically spending all this time trying to recoup the cost of 1-1/2 F-22 Raptors (that's what Starscream is for those that don't know).

This shit should have been taken care of before the buyout. Someone should have said 'Look here assholes, we're keeping you from going under w/ our bailout so you're playing by our rules now. Say goodbye to your undeserved bonus fucker.'

Proponents of the bonuses claim they need to remain intact to help with employee retention. Retain the same decision makers that fucked everything up in the first place? Awesome.

You know what, let them keep their bonuses. That way they hopefully stay w/ AIG and don't go to other banks to fuck them up too. Apparently most of these fuckers don't even need the money as some of the money has been given back.

Note to Congress: When you make a mistake and curing it will cost more (theoretically) than just letting it slide, just let it slide and move on to more important things.

JC to Nuclear Subs: Stop Running Into Each Other!!!!!!

For the second time in as many months a fucking nuclear submarine ran into another vessel. This time it was one of ours.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090320/ap_on_re_mi_ea/ml_us_navy_ships_collide

Of all the millions of square miles in the ocean and the billions of dollars invested in navigation and sonar equipment you would think that a NUCLEAR FUCKING SUBMARINE would be able to avoid anything in it's path.

I'm sure that driving a 100,000 ton machine (or however much they weigh) is not easy, but if I can find a way to park my truck in Fells on a Friday night these highly trained captains can certainly stop putting us on the brink of a nuclear apocalypse and learn how to drive.

Fuck.....

The Hardest I've Ever Laughed in my Life

I just teared up watching this:

There's a special spot in hell for you, you little asshole

The most convenient dog walking park for me is Double Rock Park located smack dab in the middle of frickin Parkville. 'Wow, what a shithole' you must be saying to yourself. Quite the contrary. Double Rock is usually empty, mostly free of trash and even has a cool little waterfall area. With it's 2+ miles of trail I think it's one of Bmores hidden gems. The only problem, sometimes, is the kids.

Most kids I've met there seem pretty cool. Some were sledding one time. Some like to sit on the rocks and just bullshit. There's little bits of stupid graffiti here and there but nothing really glaring.

There's also a really nice park bench made of marble overlooking the waterfall. Not only is it a really nice bench, it was dedicated to the memory of a lady that died of cancer. It has her name and the dates etched right into it. It always made me feel good because I thought 'This bench is going to be here for a super long time. Nobody's gonna mess with that thing. It's too beautiful'.

Wrong.

Today as I climbed up the rocks adjacent to the waterfall I came upon the bench and noticed the 'bench' part (you know, where your ass goes) was ripped off, flipped over and thrown on the ground. I was filled with so much rage I wanted to punch the next little son of a bitch I saw. Lucky for the kid on the bike I saw 15 seconds later I have some restraint. He was actually nice and waved anyway.

The point is this; whether or not you believe in hell, karma or whatever, I feel the bad deeds you do in your lifetime will come back and fuck you right in the ass. I'm by no means a religious man but this is the only thing that keeps me going. That me being a good person and working hard will bring good things to me. I guess it gives me a sense of entitlement. Is that wrong? Maybe.

I've often found solace in the fact that the fucking monsters that can do something like this will get there's in the end. That's why I'm not big on revenge. Karma (or whatever you want to call it) is gonna get those sons of bitches in the end anyway.

South Park

It was a cold rainy night in the fall of 1997. My buddies and I were settling in for a night of drinking and running some Playstation (1). Little did I know that night would change my life.

My buddy Scott had a video tape with him and he told me that on the video was the funniest, most outrageous show he'd ever seen. I figure 'what the hell' and pop it in the VCR. What followed was the funniest 3 hours I've ever seen in my life. On this tape were the first 6 episodes of a new show. It was called South Park.

Over the next few months the show took over everything (mostly Spencer's and stores like that). I even wore a Beefcake shirt to my company Christmas party that year. Even my Dad watched the show. I was so happy to have something so hilarious in my life. It didn't really have any kind of message and it didn't need to. It was just funny. I figured I better enjoy it while it lasts because this is way too awesome to keep going like this. It's either going to get canceled or it's going to run it's course and just not be funny any more.

Well, it's now almost Spring of 2009 and they just kicked off their 13th season. Is it still funny? You bet your fucking ass it's still funny. To me, the series peaked in it's 10th year. That's right, 10th year. That year brought hilarious episodes such as Manbearpig, Tsst (a spoof on Cesar Millan) and Cartoon Wars which I initially thought was preachy until I watched it again and realized it was just pure genius.

All praise be to Matt and Trey, the creators, writers and voices of South Park. They've been including messages in some of the episodes lately but have never really taken a stance one way or the other. What they do is inject a common sense into the issues while keeping the humor top notch (but raunchy). This carried over in a big way when they branched off and made the movie Team America: World Police where they just laid into everybody.

For a while I was buying dvds of all the seasons and had gotten up to season 5 when I heard about SouthParkStudios.com which is the resource for every uncut episode ever made. All this entertainment at my fingertips? I love you Matt and Trey.

Oh, you don't like South Park because it's stupid? It's supposed to be stupid, it's a comedy, get over yourself.

A list of things which put together would not equal the hilarity of 10 seconds of the worst episode of South Park ever:
-Dane Cook
-Larry the Cable Guy
-any sitcom still on TV
-Carlos Mencia

I know it's going to all come to an end one day and every time they premier a new episode I always think 'Oh damn, this is going to be the year it all comes crashing down. Now it's going to suck'. Lucky for me that time hasn't yet come.

Crazy Ass Dreams

As some of you already know I'm prone to having some really vivid dreams. I wish I had more expendable income so I could hire a dream interpreter. Actually, I wish I could remember them all so they could be turned into movies. They would probably be those movies that teenagers and college students would get high and watch over and over again.

Luckily, I woke up this morning and remembered most of my dream. It went a little something like this. Brace yourself.

My roommate and I were driving around and for some reason he took me to this brothel in what seemed to be Mt Vernon. I approached the door and there was one of those little sliding things that the guard looked through to let you in. The guard slid it open and smoke poured out then he said some shit in Russian. Then I said some shit in Russian and he let me in.

When I walked in shit got even weirder. Some guy that came in after me was allowed to go ahead of me because he was a regular. I was hanging out by the counter waiting behind about 15 dudes that were all sitting in chairs waiting their turns. Near the back of the room there was couples counseling which I thought was a little strange in the middle of a brothel. I remember some chicks walked by with a guy and for some reason I took my shoes off. I guess I thought my turn was coming up.

Apparently my luck in my dreams sucks as much as in real life because no sooner did I take my shoes off, in comes 2 Baltimore City cops. I kind of backed up and snuck out the door. So here I am, barefoot and stuck without a ride in the city in the middle of the night. I tried to call my roommate but I didn't have cell service. I figured I better start walking home.

I started running barefoot through the city and ended up in one of those ghetto blocks between Fells and Little Italy. I saw a building that looked inviting so I went to go inside. It was then that some little kid threw a screw at my head. He must have thought I was a cop because as soon as he threw it he looked all scared and took off. When I got in the building it was like a scene from Mad Max or something because there were people all over the place listening to heavy metal and there were random fires in barrels and shit like that.

I started walking around this place and found a back room that had an exit door. When I got to this room I was shocked to find my roommate sitting at a table with one of those big ass maps like submarine commanders use. Apparently he was plotting our escape.

The dream got a little hazy after this but I remember something about going to a NASCAR race.

Needless to say I'm a little tired this morning. Vivid dreams like this creep me the hell out.

Hey GM, take notes

Maybe I'm a little biased because I've always been a 'ford guy' but stories like this make me happy:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090311/ap_on_bi_ge/ford_uaw

It seems as though the company that invented the automobile is leading once again. To be able to reach concessions with a union in middle of a recession seems incredible to me. Wages are only $7 per hour higher than our foreign competition. Hopefully that will keep some more jobs right here. Ford is also consolidating plants and converting one to focus more on smaller, more efficient cars.

So far I think this company is doing the right things. I hope they emerge from this mess stronger than ever to bring a little more pride back to 'Made in the USA'.

This Shit is Sad - Part II

This is not my work. I feel if I keep posting them maybe one person will see it and it will make a difference.

HOW COULD YOU?

When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them, especially their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being your dog to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now you have a new career opportunity in another city and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty

(Another) Sure Sign You Are At A Good Party

As if a passed out mexican wasn't enough of a sign your party is rockin' allow me to present "passed out Indian dude in dog bed"

Fuck the Amish

Most people are like 'oh neat, Amish'. 'They're so cool and wholesome. I wish I could be like them for little while to escape the rat race!'

Well, you know what, FUCK the Amish. I hate those sons of bitches.

Hey JC, you're just being intolerant of their ass backwards ways. Think so? Let me shed a little light on why I hate the god damned Amish.

1) Puppy Mills: This is mostly where my hatred of the Amish comes from. They treat these animals like livestock only worse. If you want to classify dogs as livestock fine, but treat them better than this:

Indiana Amish Puppy Mill @ Yahoo! Video

The bastards are heartless. The female dogs will sit in there cages where they are forced to breed until they die. I've seen a dog rehabilitated because it had never touched grass with it's feet and was terrified. Fuckin sick. I got an email that Wayne Pacelle (the head of the Humane Society) was going to be on Oprah last year to expose these puppy mills so I tuned in. It went a little something like this:

This shit needs to stop.

2) Now that I've settled down a little I'll tell you why else I hate these SOBs. Hypocrisy. Oh, the Amish can't use technology or electricity or anything like that. How about you stop roller skating down the middle of the fucking road on your polyurethane roller blades! Pretty sure you didn't make those in your woodshop Eli. And would it kill you to pose for a picture? Retards think the camera's going to steal their souls.

3) Play by our rules. I'm all about separating church and state. Therefore the Amish better start paying all the same shit I have to. Ex: [edit] The Amish gain exemption from social insurance programs in the United States
In 1965 the United States Congress allowed the Amish to be exempt from the Social Security tax, following a persistent resistance campaign from some Amish who regarded insurance programs as mistrustful of God and therefore against their religious teachings.[43] See 26 U.S.C. § 3127 and 26 U.S.C. § 1402(g) (this exemption also covers Medicare taxes).

So I can be exempt from bullshit Social Security because of religion? Sign me right the fuck up.

4) Get over yourselves. Just let it go. You're not being cool by trying to cling to your ass backward ways. You count on stupid fuckin yuppies to continue to buy your shit. Get your lame ass buggies the hell out of the middle of the road. You shelter the hell out of your kids then let them experience real life before they commit to your ways and they always get fucked up.

In conclusion: Pay your shit and if you're going to live your pious life stop jerking me around. Live it already and get the fuck off the roads that our big ass diesel dump trucks built. And stop breeding dogs like chickens (or worse). Got it Ishmael?

I'd love to drop a big bomb filled with playboys and booze right on Lancaster county.

Bye GM

So it seems almost inevitable that GM will either file chapter 11 or just completely go out of business. I can't imagine Obama will give them the $30billion they require to stay afloat.

Bye.

I have no pity for GM. Let's take a look at some of their flagship vehicles shall we:
-Hummer 2 - fuck these overgrown pieces of shit, starting at $50k getting 10mpg to take little Connor to soccer practice
-Escalade - another useless overgrown gas guzzling POS. Wait, they don't cost enough to begin with, better slap some 24s on it
-Corvette - 'vettes are sick and are not meant to be everyday transportation. Corvette, you are excused
-Impala - pretty boring, average to poor mpg, expensive w/ a base price of $25k.
-Malibu - is that an Impala? I can't tell the difference
-Silverado Pickup - starts at $21k for a stripped down 2-wheel drive work truck? I paid slightly more than that for my 4wheel drive long bed w/ auto trans in a DECENT economy. You're not blowing me away by topping out at 21mpg either
-Tahoe/Suburban - a slightly differenter (yeah, differenter) Hummer (see above for rant)
-HHR/Equinox/Traverse - what the fuck are you things supposed to be. Do people use you for work trucks, are you for families or do you just drive around looking stupid?
-Cobalt/Aveo - Wow, the Aveo is an ugly, bitchy little car. Bet it gets great mpg though. Right? No, it TOPS OUT at 34mpg. Probably going downhill with a tailwind being driven by a jockey with the windows up and no a/c. Oh cool, it's only $13k to start (Nissan's superior Versa starts under $10k)

Here's something I learned in my research: The new Corvette ZR1 produces an astonishing 638hp and can top out at 190mph. That's sick!! You know what's sicker? It gets 26mpg. Why can't I get a pickup with 200 measly hp that gets better than 15? Head scratcher there.

GM's website proudly proclaims 'Choose from 83 different models!'. Who the hell needs that much choice? No wonder they're going out of business. How are you supposed to effectively market and support 83 different models? There should be about 1/4 of that number. 1 little car, 2 sedans, 1 sports car, 1 exotic, 1 tiny SUV, 1 little SUV, 1 almost big SUV, 1 van and 2 pickups. That's 11 models that cover almost every base. OK, bump it up to 13 by adding an 'everyman' sports car and maybe 1 of those stupid crossovers.

The world does not need any more damn Hummers, Tahoes or Suburbans. Take a page out of Volvo's book GM. They have like 4 models and seem to still be successful. Even the other members of the big 3 have significantly fewer models.

I feel sorry for the workers that will probably lose their jobs. This will leave many households and even communities in ruin.

The only thing I can think of that will save GM is either a huge bailout that they will never have to repay or forced nationalism through excessive tariffs on imports or some shit. Oh wait, all the imports are made in Kentucky? Guess that plan is out the window. People these days seem more proud to have a foreign car that gets better mpg than one that was made in our own country. Maybe I'm a little hypocritical as I've owned a Volvo (great car btw).

We had our own little 'state of the company' talk today. I was happy to learn that when times were good my company had the foresight to sock money away and expand in a responsible and cautious manner. Because of this we're actually positioned to swoop in and take advantage of our flailing competition. Maybe GM could have stolen a page out of good ol' Alliance Material Handling's playbook. Hooray me!

Shoot on Site

I've often envisioned driving around w/ a 50 cal mounted to the roof of my truck to wipe out butthole drivers instantly. This morning I saw a headline that made me want to institute a 'shoot on site' law for people that are just useless.

http://www.comcast.net/articles/news-general/20090303/ODD.McNuggets.911/

So you call 911 because McDonalds can't supply enough McNuggets to satisfy your fat ass? sure, McNuggets are delicious but running out of them by no means entitles you to call 911. Fucking waste of skin and resources. This person I'm sure has nothing good at all to contribute to society.

Enter - Terminator Law
Tweek and I came up with this law and swore if either of us was elected to a high enough office we would enact it. Basically it gives us the right (or duty) to drive around with roof mounted cannons and eradicate the world of morons.

From top to bottom these are the people I would target:
-Murderers
-Rapists
-Pedophiles
-Drug Dealers
-Animal Abusers
-Back yard breeders
-Amish (I'll rant about them later)
-Really fat people
-People that don't use their turn signals
-Fans of American Idol
-Soccer Moms
-People like the fat bitch in the article
-Anyone that has kids while already ON welfare

This is a list of people the world can do without.

Disclaimer: I don't really want anyone to die, it's just a rant

Profound

I said some pretty profound shit this weekend and I wanted to write it down before I forgot it all.

A) 'The sky is perfect except for a sliver of moonlight'. This was said whilst sitting in a hot tub after a day of solid skiing in VT. I was told it sounded like it should be in a poem. The sky was perfect for the record.

B) 'I can better myself in almost any way with the appropriate amount of dedication with the exception of incurable disease and baldness'. This was just me bitching about people not taking enough personal responsibility. Will I follow through on this claim? Maybe. I'm starting to slowly pick away at my imperfections.

C) 'West Virginia does not have a substantial enough infrastructure to necessitate large state sales tax or to have to rely on tourism to survive'. Who the fuck talks like this? I was in a Honda driving down the road! Who was I trying to impress? There was only 3 of us in the car! This did lead to a pretty good conversation about perception. You can't sound like a dumbass all the time. The quote was born from a conversation about how VT has such low sales tax but still survives as they have limited exports.