Whazat?
While cruising around the US of A in their custom motor coach and consuming a pint of gasoline every mile, or thereabouts, in so doing, The Donald and his bride take photographs of interesting features along the way. This particular structure is located in the northeastern part of Yellowstone National Park, miles from any other man-made structure. What is it and why is it there?
The structure, itself, appears to be wooden, with a window, door and, perhaps, skylight. The door is protected from view by a concrete privacy screen, bearing a universal "wheelchair accessible" placard. A concrete patio and graveled drive and walkway can be discerned. No signs of any utilities, including electricity, telephone, natural gas, or cable or satellite TV, are apparent. The only sign of any outside agency whatsoever is, of course, the mail box discretely positioned in the sage brush to the left.
Now, the most gullible will quickly come to the conclusion that it's a comfort station, rest room, outhouse, etc. of some sort.
That, my friends, is exactly what the owner wants you to believe it is. Oh, no, it's far more sinister than that.
If you think about it, why would you build an outhouse miles from anywhere? I mean, you can always take a tinkle downwind out in the middle of nowhere and who would ever know?
Nope. The mailbox is the giveaway here.
It is, in my humble estimation, Rush Limbaugh's get-away home with the mailbox he used as a drug drop.
"Bottom of the ninth, two out. The Washington Straussians, down by a run, have runners on first and third. The batter steps in with a 3-2 count. And here comes the pitch. It's a ... uh ... you wouldn't happen to have a few extra Vicodin on you, Mitt, would you?"
Yup. 'Twas a swing and a miss.
The structure, itself, appears to be wooden, with a window, door and, perhaps, skylight. The door is protected from view by a concrete privacy screen, bearing a universal "wheelchair accessible" placard. A concrete patio and graveled drive and walkway can be discerned. No signs of any utilities, including electricity, telephone, natural gas, or cable or satellite TV, are apparent. The only sign of any outside agency whatsoever is, of course, the mail box discretely positioned in the sage brush to the left.
Now, the most gullible will quickly come to the conclusion that it's a comfort station, rest room, outhouse, etc. of some sort.
That, my friends, is exactly what the owner wants you to believe it is. Oh, no, it's far more sinister than that.
If you think about it, why would you build an outhouse miles from anywhere? I mean, you can always take a tinkle downwind out in the middle of nowhere and who would ever know?
Nope. The mailbox is the giveaway here.
It is, in my humble estimation, Rush Limbaugh's get-away home with the mailbox he used as a drug drop.
"Bottom of the ninth, two out. The Washington Straussians, down by a run, have runners on first and third. The batter steps in with a 3-2 count. And here comes the pitch. It's a ... uh ... you wouldn't happen to have a few extra Vicodin on you, Mitt, would you?"
Yup. 'Twas a swing and a miss.
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