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Bankers Win Again! Linn Area Stiffs Kernels Fans!

Loyal customers of Linn Area Credit Union protested loudly behind the third base line Sunday afternoon at Perfect Game Field. They had been promised an epic customer appreciation party, instead, they were left baited inside the gates, with only a bag of peanuts to show for it.

In a show of gratitude, Linn Area in conjunction with the Cedar Rapids Kernels offered FREE FOOD! FREE DRINKS! to account holders. The promotion was good for free entry into the game, a bottle of water and a $3 bag of peanuts. Everybody went home happy, right?

Unfortunately that didn’t seem to be the case during Cedar Rapids’ 3-2 loss to Peoria.

Customers were under the impression they were showing out for free beer, hamburgers, hot dogs, brats…that kind of thing. The ungrateful bastards were actually seen ripping apart their water vouchers in a sign of unity against the banking giant.

“I can get the same thing from the drinking fountain, besides, do you know what fish do in water?” said one particularly grumpy senior.

The general consensus in left field was that Linn Area Community Union pulled the old bait and switch trick on their account owners. Lure them to the field with talk of a party, hand out less than you advertise. Those tricky bankers always seem one step ahead!

One man, speaking to the Defender anonymously, said he had rescheduled his entire weekend around the promise of bratwursts, courtesy of his favorite Cedar Rapids bank.

“Usually Sunday is my day of rest, I like, sleep most of the day away. Literally the only reason I got out of bed was to drink beer and eat at the ballpark. I hear Collins Community knows how to throw a real rager.”

Despite the tough talk, several of those interviewed were actively purchasing food and drink from the Kernels’ poverty stricken cashiers. Estimated spending ranged between $25-$45 per person.

It just ain’t cheap to bring the family to the ballpark anymore.

“I mean I give Linn Area Credit Union a no-interest loan every other week. Can I at least get a hot dog?” said the unnamed source.

Cedar River Tank Tours: Tanks On Tanks!

The best thing about Iowan’s is their ability to manufacture fun using simple shit. Take Cedar River Tank Tours for example. You get yourself a big bus, fill it full of alcoholics, plop down a sub woofer and drive them up-river, country tunes blaring.

“Oh man the last group was cutting up lines on CD cases, swinging from the ceiling, hanging out the windows, doing beer bongs! It was great,” the driver said on the ride up.

“Where are those people?” the bus replied to uproarious laughter.

We eat this stuff up in Iowa because really there’s nothing else to do. Our natural resources are so crappy, we have to get creative.

Doug Vislisel, owner of Cedar River Tank Tours, had an idea one day. Let’s take a big round plastic hog feed container, bolt down a rickety table, throw in an umbrella and hire a couple husky boys to launch them into the current.

That’s it.

You just float from there and it’s fucking amazing. No serious, it’s wicked fun, gently floating down the scum coated Cedar in water that looks like decaf. These Iowan’s, they jump right in and splash about, pissing directly in the river like toddlers.
This is the point where non-natives scream “IS THIS WHAT YOU PEOPLE CALL A GOOD TIME?”

Yes people, this is what we do in Iowa. Party it up in a plastic tub designed for live stock.

As his client’s float about, Doug flies up and down the Cedar in a tin contraption that has one major asset our hog container doesn’t.

A motor.

So after the launch Doug catches up to various groups of Iowan’s, going from sandbar to sandbar, enjoying the local ecosystem while poisoning their bodies with mass amounts of ultra violet light. Near the end of the afternoon, one of the hog floaters had shoulders that were Barney purple.

Pack the SPF 120 before your float, says a regular customer of Cedar River Tank Tours.

One time, according to legend, a group of five became so intoxicated they were found aimlessly rolling past the finish line, completely unconscious, limbs dragging in the river. While posing no danger to the public and thus avoiding CR’s favorite revenue generator (the DUI), the Cedar Rapids Defender does not endorse this behavior in any fashion.

You can comfortably fit four inside of one of Doug’s hog feeders. The table is a little wobbly, what do you expect…this isn’t a god damn yacht. The umbrella does it’s job. Very simple idea, catered perfectly to the taste of your typical Cedar Rapidian. Don’t expect a rocky ride or to get wet if you don’t want to. It’s a very gentle, lazy coast down the river. No white water rafting.

Doug’s in the process of drilling cup holders into the benches of each float, something that will definitely add even more value to the experience….but until then I’m sure you’re fine holding the beer in your hand.

It’s a family business that Doug runs with a partner. His partners on this day were two soon to be college freshmen, working for pops during the last summer of their childhood. They’re both football players, big oxen like characters, corn fed and bred.

Us middle aged folks challenged the boys to a classic Irish log throwing competition on one of the many clam shell ridden beaches. There we were, the four of us, Doug and his linemen, pulled over on a sandbar, hurling large pieces of wood through the air. The kids dominated us, although Doug had that classic old man strength, earned from decades laying hot brick in the broiling sun. That kind of activity tends to toughen you up, and Doug is tough in addition to being cool as hell.

We like to use the Price vs. Hours of Entertainment matrix in our local business reviews. For all of the fun you just read, we paid $135 and were out there for five hours. Grand total of $6.75 per person, per hour. Less than what you spend on lottery tickets each week….for way more bang for your buck.

Gets your ass out of the house too!

The Defender’s local business editorial board gives Cedar River Tank Tours our coveted “A” grade and applauds Doug and his boys for their innovation.

If you’d like to experience the joys of floating down the Cedar River in a plastic tub, visit Doug Vislisel at www.cedarrivetanktours.com and reserve your float today!

Ralph Plagman, Joe Paterno & You

Let’s begin with some irrefutable logic we must agree on as adults. It’s not OK to have sex with children. It’s especially not OK to have sex with children when you’re a teacher….and it’s definitely not OK to shield a sex offender from law enforcement.

Enter former Washington High School principal Dr. Ralph Flagman.

Cedar Rapids’ own Joe Paterno. Gauging by the feeble minds out and about on CR’s southeast side, we’ve learned nothing from the sad case of Jerry Sandusky and Joe Paterno’s subsequent cover-up.

You remember Sandusky. The creepy football coach having anal sex with little boys in the Penn State football complex. You remember Paterno. The creepy football coach that knew one of his employees was having sex with children and didn’t say anything about it to police.

The situation at Washington is identical. Mary Beth Haglin is a sex offender. Plagman covered her tracks as she continued to work at the school. Haglin is not the first sex offender Plagman has employed, but luckily she’s the last.

Parents sending their children to public school in Cedar Rapids should trust they’re not in danger of encountering sex predators. It’s a basic assumption, something we shouldn’t even have to think about.

We place our trust in men like Ralph Plagman. If there are sex crimes being committed at Washington and he knows about it, surely it would be reported. Plagman would never attempt to cover up a sex scandal.

Right?

Wrong.

Ralph Plagman is a MANDATORY REPORTER in charge of your child’s safety. His job is to report even the slightest rumor of a sex offense immediately, under any circumstance, whether he thinks it’s unfounded or not.

The hundreds of people showing up at Plagman rallies across town are apologizing for sex offenders and those that support them. If you’re spending time defending the Bad Doctor on Facebook, you’re apologizing for someone that thinks having sex with children isn’t something to take seriously.

That’s Paterno. That’s Plagman.

 

For five month’s Washington bumbled their “investigation” on Plagman’s watch. Haglin continued to teach in the school district while Plagman suspected she was fucking a student. The initial look into the case lasted one day, with professional investigators being left in the dark. It’s clear that the administration chose to hide facts from law enforcement in favor of harmony within the school building.

Completely, 100% inexcusable.

Even when they knew there was a sex offender in their midst, the administration at Washington worked with the predator to save their own hide. “Just say you’re leaving for personal reasons,” Plagman directed her to say.

“While I would like to comment,” Plagman wrote to the Gazette, “it would be both unethical and illegal for me to discuss a personnel matter publicly.”

You know what else is unethical Doc? To suspect a child predator is working at your school, give it a once over and declare everything fine and dandy. A sick, twisted old man was given charge of our children and failed the entire community. There’s more going on behind the scenes here than we know. Why else would Plagman lawyer up and suddenly retire? He pulled the move straight from Joe Pa’s sex scandal playbook.

After his own forced retirement, Paterno died of a broken heart, sad and lonely, stripped of his dignity. For Plagman, it must be like looking into a crystal ball.