Tuesday, December 23, 2014


Dear Santa,

We have been very, very good taxpayers this year.

We have gritted our teeth and put up with Mayor Gahan's lies and mismanagement of our money, David Duggins and Shane Gibson's dumb ideas, along with them trying to TIF our entire city. 

And Shane Gibson's bad advice and him being paid for what he thinks he's worth.

We held our heads down in shame when our Mayor Gahan split up our parks, annexed Charlestown Road and switched to in house billing. And Mr. Gahan put a $19.6 bond backed with our property taxes.

We have learned not to ask where the TAXPAYERS money goes, because they won't tell us the truth. Mr. Coffey tells everyone we have plenty of $$$$ but we all know that's a lie!

Since WE have been so good Santa, WE want...

A toilet that flushes.

A local newspaper that prints the truth instead of what the mayor wants and we feel Santa our local newspaper should keep their opinions to themselves instead of playing politics.

A sump pump for OUR basement to keep the raw sewage from mounting up and having our homes condemned.

A fire hydrant that works ...

A new calculator for our new controller so she can find our m$ney.

We want sewer lift stations with alarms, vinyl sewer pipes to replace the old clay ones.

Santa can you PLEASE find Mr. Gahan, Mr. Gibson, Mr. Robison, Mr. McLaughlin, Mr. Caesar, Mr. Phipps, Mr. Blair, Mr. Gonder and Mr. Coffey a real job at the North Pole? We're really tired of them free loading on us taxpayers.

And there's more Santa.,,

We want a Council that doesn't cut deals, one who will put the Lords Prayer back in our council meetings, ones who can read a green bar and will give us more than 5 minutes to state our complaint. And, we want them to remember they work for us taxpayers instead of the Democrat Party or the Mayor.

We want our council to have more people like the famous"gang of four" - who cared about us taxpayers.

We want a Street Department that cleans up our alley's instead of the Neighborhood Associations areas.

And Santa, were sorry for voting for our new mayor in 2012. We promise to vote him out of office like the last mayor we had. 

A mayor and council who will say what they mean and mean what they say! 

And Santa, we hope our future mayor will fix problems instead of creating problems and who can be compassionate for us taxpayers.

We hope our future mayor will keep his campaign promises and won't continue to commit malfeasance, or move our funds from one account to another.

Santa, we know our list is long after all we pay a lot in taxes and don't get what we pay for, but we deserve all the nice perks that the Mayor, his relatives, and the 3rd floor employees and the Police Dept. gets. 

Santa can you please explain to some people that we don't need to take a bond out to build a water park, or to even pave streets. We don't need to turn one way to two way, or to hire more police and fireman by borrowing money we cannot afford to pay back.

And please Santa, tell them we don't need more new police cars becauses they're running the wheels off out of the county.

And Santa, we are sorry we could not leave your favorite OREO cookies this year, thanks to soon-to-be X Mayor Gahan the only thing we can afford is an off brand peanut butter sandwiches for you.

P.S, One last thing Santa, we sure miss our favorite council member: Councilman Steve Price. Maybe you can talk him into to running again in 2015.

"Merry Christmas Santa!"

Freedom Of Speech Staff

Monday, December 22, 2014


Twas the night before Christmas, all thru the Estate in Hawaii.
Obama sat stirring, with J. Biden the mouse
Golf stockings were hung by the fireplace with care

In hopes the Tea Party wouldn't notice them there

The girls were nestled all snug in King Obama's bed
While visions of Maui still danced in there heads
With Michele in her pj's, and I in my cap
We just counted money, and settled down for a nap

When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter
We sprang from the bed to see what was the matter?
Then away to the window. I flew like a flash
I tore off my cap, then threw up the stash

The moon on the breast, on the white fresh sand
Gave my own droopy eyes a view of people below
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
A blue chevy van, with six persons I fear

With a slender ol' driver, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it was Clint from that flick
More rapid than Eagles, The Fox friends all came
Clint whistled and shouted; He called them by name:

Now Riley, Now Megan, Now Hannity, Now Malkin
Go Greta Go Get, The Benghazi's chief Vixen
To the top of the porch, to the back of the hall
Now Dash away, Dash away, Dash away all

As dry sand before, this same truth will fly

With media cover-up. They'll fly to the sky

In back of the Estate in a quickness they flew
The van full of men, and Clint Eastwood too

And then in a twinkling, I heard from the road
Fox newsmen were speaking of my crazy tax load
As I drew in my head and was turning around
There stood the "Donald", not making a sound

Suited up for business, from head to toe
He wasn't the person I had cared to meet
A big bundle of records was flung on his back
I thought of a peddler, while he opened his pack

His eyes how they sneered, his face cold and stern
I knew he would leave me a lesson to learn
His droll little mouth was drawn down like a bow
He was mad his toupee had fallen in fresh sand

The stump of his pipe, he held in his teeth
The smoke encircled Michelle like a wreath
Trump knew the secret I would never reveal
Not even the votes I would willingly steal

I yelled "Give Up Now On this Mission" 
Trump smirked, then laid the forms on my shelf
With a wink of his eye, and a nod of his head
I thought "could it be; I have nothing to dread?"

He spoke not a word, went straight to his work
Then left my birth record, social security, pass port
and college records, and turned with a jerk
Then pointed his finger up toward my head
Then said "You are Fired; we want Hillary instead!"

He sprung to his Limo, leaving me and the mouse
With Michelle looking worried of finding a house
Then I heard him exclaim, as he rode in the night

We Gotcha  you fraud.... and 
"Merry Christmas to aaall and to aaall a Goodniiiiight!"

Saturday, December 20, 2014


Obama supporters are like Christmas lights. Not very bright and half of them don't work.

Merry Christmas,
From a FOS Supporter


Did you hear about Santa and his reindeer's landing on top of the Outhouse? Santa looks around for a moment, then hollered "No, No, Rudolph. I said the Baylor's house on Spring Street."