All around the Juneau halls,
the money chased the weasels,
the feds said it was not in fun,
pop goes another weasel.
You can practically hear KEN JACOBUS cracking up as he put this witty ditty together. But when the innocent sing-song of the children's rhyme veers off into the darkness of the last line, we get a savage satiric jolt.
If you really want to push things here, this is a highly concentrated history of our state itself. As we look at our approaching 50th birthday, we've made a hasty journey from youthful innocence to tawdry experience, just as the lines of the caption take us from the nursery rhyme to the wages of crime.
And after all our assertions that Alaska could take care of itself, and deserved statehood and control of our own destiny, the fact that the feds have to disinfect our political system is especially ironic.
Whew! I better do the dishes now.
Next week: more laughs, adventure and political theory!
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