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It's time to start to turn this tanker around. Set a new course for commerce and prosperity.
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Sometime today, this Blog will receive a hit for the forty thousandth time. 40,000 times people have sought out Nanepashemet for one pathetic reason or another. What really irks me is that not one of you "suspects" have ever sent me a dime to support this oasis of insight and rationality.
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It's not that I haven't asked.
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I am 100% in favor of capitalism. Let the money come and go. It's not like I would take your contributions and invest them in stocks or something.
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Be assured that your money would be recycled in the most worthy of places.
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- Like buying extra cheese, garlic and pepperoni pizza from Vesuvius of Marblehead.
- Like purchasing bottles of Lagavulin, the King of Scotch, Stephan's Ginger Beer and Black Seal Rum from Beacon Hill Imports at the Community Store.
- Like keeping the garage full of meranti mahogany and red cedar from Moynihan Lumber for those beautiful Nanepashemet boats.
- Like ponying up for rounds of Bud and Miller High Life for the Peeps at the Gerry Club.
- Like stocking up on paper towels, 48 rolls of toilet paper, and 7,000 packets of Splenda from Costco.
- Like late night purchases of power tools that I will rarely use from Amazon.com.
- Like dining on the world's best lobster rolls and Sam Adams at the Boston Yacht Club.
I'm doing my part to keep this economy going. You can too.... by contributing to Nanepashemet.



As I mentioned afore, mammy was visionary, seein' things and oppertunities when ole pappy was just seein' red. She was fer the simmerin rage - she bein' of the lady persuasion - and was all fer servin' it cold. This way, she saw to it taht on the front end, no one bounced us off the mule, and thussin they had nary a finger to point. And when they did, agin and agin and agin, as hard ons like thems like to do, our uncivilization eventually waranted the point no more. It become about them sayin' they was better than someone else. It become them hatin' on us, and they fancy friends all tight up with Jesus had no choice but to think twice.
Give it time. Tehn we'd burn them sumbitches barn down, and cover it good, make it look like the Almighty raining his justice on they asses fer what they had done to us (forgettin on what we allegedly had done to them). Justice with mammy was best done slow, like molasses in winter. Nice and cold.
Think on that. TL is everyman.