BREAKING: What's a mayoral personality cult without a delicious classic snack stroll?

Following Jeff Gahan's big money is an arduous task, but the Green Mouse has been under the weather these past few days. Our examination of Gahan's #CultureOfCorruption will resume shortly.

The Jeff Gahan Money Machine, Part 6: GM Development, yet another economic development consultancy from afar.

The Jeff Gahan Money Machine, Part 5: In 2019, Gahan will pass the half million dollar mark in campaign fundraising since 2011.

The Jeff Gahan Money Machine, Part 4: The Estopinol Group and Cripe Architects are just two facets of River Run Waterpark's fertilizing effect.

The Jeff Gahan Money Machine, Part 3: Eight-year donor Terry Ginkins and a consistency of beak-wetting.

The Jeff Gahan Money Machine, Part 2: Of fire stations, amphitheater studies and Axis Architecture and Interiors of Indianapolis.

The Jeff Gahan Money Machine, Part 1: Mysterious CRS Marketing and the inevitable HWC Engineering tie-in.

Our out-of-touch, tone-Deaf Gahan, bought and paid for by special interests. Let's hear YOUR stories about Gahan's #CultureOfCorruption.

By popular demand, here's the recipe for Marijuana Rice Krispies Treats ... and a fun bonus.

It's been twenty-something years for me, since before some of you were born. Alcoholic beverages are fine for me, thank you, BUT we must keep abreast of culinary trends.

How To Make Marijuana Rice Crispy Treats (Recipe), by Johnny Green (Weed News)

Cannabis rice crispy treats are one of the most popular edibles that cannabis consumers can make at home, largely because it’s such an easy process. The biggest trick to making them is having cannabis butter on hand. The more potent the cannabis butter, the more potent the cannabis rice crispy treats.

Below is a recipe for cannabis rice crispy treats that I have used for years with great success ...

But who even knew about the possibilities for adaptive reuse?

Below is a version of cannabis rice crispy treats that incorporates Fruity Pebbles instead of regular rice crispy cereal for a different taste ...

Unfortunately and contrary to popular belief, I seem to have LOST my appetite.

GREEN MOUSE SAYS: Are NA's dwindling Democrats seeking to wrest control of city elections from the county? Lame, but at least they're not suggesting HWC Engineering do it.

When the Green Mouse drained his double well Scotch in one gulp, I knew something was on his mind.

"I keep saying that Gahanism can't possibly get any weirder, or the Floyd County Democrats any more panic-stricken, and I keep waking up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, hearing Rod Serling's voice."

"What's he saying to you, Mouse?"

"It goes something like this: 'New Albany is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Gahan Zone.' "

"That's purely terrifying."

"Horrible! You know, I need a little break from Dickey World. Someone told me Saudi Arabia's great around Christmas. Wanna go check it out?"

"Nah, think not. At this point I'm paranoid about leaving the elevator on the third floor."

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Eventually the Green Mouse settled down and passed along the latest morsel from the rumorama -- and he wasn't joking when it comes to weirdness, panic and Democrats coming undone.

The rumor goes something like this: With the Democratic Party's hold on local power having dwindled to the mayor, four council lackeys (five if you count Neville Barksdale) and the city clerk, with the 2019 municipal election cycle fast approaching, and with His Gahanic Majesty's system of fruit-basket-laden political patronage threatened with an entirely unexpected loot-by date, the party's zany elders have resolved a protocol to shift the authority for conducting local elections from the county clerk to city clerk.

I know; the idea is nutzoid, and maybe we can chalk it up to a steady diet of Rice Krispies Treats and Kool-Aid, but then again, the Democrats are donkeys on the edge. They're hanging by a thread in the normally secure urban stronghold, and the party's about to lose control of the county clerk's office, which runs elections.

On November 6, Danita Burks, a Republican, defeated Christy Eurton, the Democrat. Vicki Glotzbach (D) is city clerk; she's up for re-election in 2019, and may not even be aware of the brain bland trust's scheming over Bud Light Lime Pomegranate-A-Ritas at the Roadhouse.

The state of Indiana has this to say about it:

County:

Indiana’s local government includes election administration and voter registration offices in each of the state’s 92 counties. Each county is divided into election precincts, with a total of more than 5,000 precincts in Indiana. All 92 counties have a circuit court clerk elected by the voters and a county election board, which includes the circuit court clerk, to administer local elections.

According to IC 3-5-3-1 the counties and municipalities are responsible for the payment of election expenses including “expenses of voter registration and for all election supplies, equipment and expenses out of the county treasury in the manner provided by law.”

County Clerk, County Board of Registration and County Board of Elections can be found on the Secretary of State’s website, www.sos.in.gov/elections.

The exact formula for the alchemy by which our increasingly intemperate municipal Democrats might secede from their firmly Republican state's own election rule book remains obscure.

Can anyone remember a time when city Democrats maligned the management skills of a county clerk when the latter was a Democrat?

Are Democrats implying that clerk-elect Burks is dishonest when she's yet to be sworn in?

And, if so, isn't the Political Hypocrisy Meter sounding furiously given the self-contradictory chicanery foisted by municipal Democrats on John and Jane Q. Public at every turn?

Speaking personally, this rumor is far-fetched even by New Gahanian standards. Still, the hell of it is that is sounds precisely like something the ruling elites might try to do.

The Green Mouse and Boomer have the Rice Krispies Treats, honey, if you've got the time.

The Green Mouse stopped into the Tilted Anchor Tavern after work for a pint of Session Barley Wine. His friend Boomer was at the bar, muttering to himself just like always.

"I have a hypothetical for you, Green," said Boomer.

"My favorite kind," replied Mouse.

"Let's say I'm a kid, sophomore or junior in high school. Living in public housing, hard life, money's tight. None of the beautiful people doing me any favors. "

"Okay."

"So I wake up one morning with a wild hair on my butt, go filch some herb from my big sister, make up a batch of Rice Krispies Ganja Treats and take them to school."

The Green Mouse squinted. "Why on earth would you do that?"

Boomer looked hurt.

"Because I'm the kind of guy who shares the love, and the buzz. Besides -- see, this is the good part -- because I'll hand them out to my friends and they'll get stoned without knowing it."

"All right, but whatever happened to knowing full well you're getting stoned yourself and then giggling all the way through geometry?"

"Like I said, it's hypothetical. Stop being such a cynic."

The Green Mouse and Boomer drained their glasses and ordered more.

"Now everyone's good and roasted, but then it turns ugly. My best friend is so baked that he turns me in by accident, and now the Rice Krispies Treats hit the fan."

"That would be messy."

"I think to myself, well, what's a kid from the projects gonna do now? We don't have any money. My dad's not a bigwig, I don't have any connections, and there aren't any corporate attorneys to get me off the hook. The police resource officer is right on top of me. The principal knows who I am and where I live. Hell's going to freeze over before a kid like me gets a break for smoking in the boy's room, much less bringing controlled substances to school."

Off in the distance, Creedence's "Fortunate Son" is heard playing on the player piano.

"This is good," said the Green Mouse. "I'm waiting for the magical plot twist, so how do you escape in the final reel?"

"That's just it," responded Boomer, "because I don't escape. My daddy's a nobody, and they throw the book at me. I get kicked out of school, go back to public housing, and that loony tunes dick-tator starts waving his Taser at me."   

"That's really sad. I'll bet the kids with clout and bucks get away with things like that."

"They probably do. It's awful, but hey -- merely hypothetical."

And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer "More! More! More!"

"By the way, are you buying the next round?"