WILY AND PAT'S BIG
ADVENTURE:

 My travels with Pat Buchanan and his philosophies on
life.
By: Wily Geist

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It was our time cruising to Vegas, in Pat's car, a rare collectible, a Mercedes from the
third Reich, that makes me feel alive and help me get through my shallow sidekick life
on TV. Pat was like a guru of how life really work not the usually bullshit they feed in
corporate meetings or conferences. Have you had to sit through one those dumb
meetings where nothing ever gets done. Now, I feel alive again as Pat start espousing his
theories on life and profits. Yes, the American dream.
Pat is now explaining how to blow out the cobwebs and dust bunnies of my boring
beige life. To quote the master:
“Without, evil you can't see goodness.
Without pain, no rating scale for pleasure.”

Pat now guns the twelve cylinder monster, and adjusted the newly installed Bang and
Olfusen Mp3 player to play his Vegas road tunes. “Holy Crap! The music is FRIGGIN
LOUD and it's the STONES and Mick is wailing their ode to the DEVIL.
“PLEASE LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF.
I AM A MAN OF WEALTH AND MEANS.”
Pat chuckles as he says “That could be Mitt's campaign song, or even that loser
Newt's almost campaign song.”
Pat now takes out a solid gold cigarette case, and pulls out two cigarette's.
“Here kid, try one of my Buchanan Bombers.”
I was shocked, as smoking is so unhip. “I don't smoke, Pat, but thanks.”
“IT'S not tobacco !
It's from my Pot farm in Mexico.
My stuff is grown to help fund the CIA Black Ops, so it's all good, in the hood.”
Pat is laughing, as he takes a big toke on his bomber.