A Side-Winder Carpetbagger from Whoville. . .

   MONEYBAGS, SHEEHY

Do You Qualify To Be A Montanan?

Hold on there, bub.  . . You just don't look like you'd fit in. We're kind of picky  about who just crosses into Montana after dark, sets up shop, and makes themselves right at home. And, with hardly a "howdy, stranger," you look a heap suspicious when you slam a saddle bag full of cash on the bar at the local Republican Lounge and say, "Where do I sign up for that U.S. Senate job I hear is open?"

We take extra-special offense when you say, "Ol' Mitch McConnell sent me. . .and that saddle bag is full of his money, too!"

Then you moseyed over to the Land Office and glommed onto about 40,000 acres of pristine land of ours. Then you started posting "keep out" signs from hell to breakfast!

Next, you want to kick a damn hard-working, native Montana Senator out of his job. He's been doing the U.S. Senate duties very well because he really knows Montana frontwards and backwards.

You probably don't even know where the state's front door key is.