Whackjob Invictus – by Auggie

Nov 1, 2021


Don has taken a lot of flak since he started writing the segment “We Love Hate Mail!” He has been banned from the Pen Bay Pilot newspaper from running ads, had numerous interactions on “Social Media” with people who think he hates tourists, and people have sent emails calling him a hypocritical clod for making his living off tourists and disparaging them at the same time. Of course, Don IS a clod who is too weak to deal with these imbeciles, but he is not a hypocrite.

We get a lot of whackjobs in Two Salty Dogs Pet Outfitters. I especially hate the whackjobs who try to rub my fur with grubby, little hands– sticky with ancient, disease-encrusted  ice cream. Unfortunately, there is no statute on the books whereby I could legally prosecute them.

Whackjobs in the shop have accused Don of animal abuse because he doesn’t feed us a raw diet. Other Whackjobs have said Buddy was being abused because of his bad allergic reaction to pine pollen. And then there was the guy who said we should remove all the Kong toys because he didn’t know his dog swallowed one whole and died. RIP Kong Toy Dog. I’m sorry your Biped didn’t make sure you were OK with your new toy.

Then there was the complete lunatic whose “Service Dog” just barked at a sleeping Buddy for 15 minutes. The “Service Dog” then squeezed out two poops and a pee before his owner scuttled her out of the shop without offering to clean up the excrement or buy anything. I’m sure Don regrets letting that Monster and her little “Service Monster” back out into Boothbay Harbor proper. But he isn’t allowed to lawfully detain them and inject them full of drugs unless you vote for Proposition 761 this November.

Let us explore Whackjobdom then, shall we?

Question #1: What the hell does INVICTUS mean anyway, egghead?

Answer #1: INVICTUS is Latin for Unconquerable. It is also the title of a poem by some 19th century egghead:

Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.

Question #2: I keep coming in to see Don at the shop. Why isn't he ever here?

Answer #2: This is not some kind of mom-and-popcorn-fart business, and Don is not some kind of Hee Haw “Pops” character. Don is not jest a’ sittin’ there, a’ swattin’ flies, eating pickled eggs and a’ fartin’. He’s reordering; He’s disciplining employees severely; he’s shouting at people trying to park in his spots across the street; he’s fighting with Liana; he’s cutting checks; he’s working on the website, he’s writing this stupid blog, he’s picking up deliveries; and he’s cleaning up the truckload of bait one of his enemies dumped on his lawn. When he’s NOT putting time into the store, he’s shuttling his geriatric ward of dogs to and fro from the vets/surgeons/specialists/grave.

Dog Bless Reagan. When Don is working in the back, or doing something frivolous like eating lunch or locating antidotes for the poison a customer just slipped him, she’ll say something like, “I’m sorry, Don’s not here. He was run over by a Soviet tank this morning. But he’ll be back tomorrow if you want to talk to him about carrying your Dog Prostate Exam Kit. We’re open 10-5.

Question #3: Who would waste a dumptruck full of valuable bait on Don's lawn just to teach him a lesson?

Answer #3: Someone who lives “From Away” in a place where bait is plentiful.

Question #4: Do you have anything that's good for my dog?

Answer #4: Unfortunately, no. We specialize in things that will kill your dog. That’s why the shop is so small.

Question #5: (Confusing us with the Salty Dog Salon in Wiscasset) When is the next available dog grooming appointment you have?

Answer #5: In 400 billion years on Wednesday, June 3rd at 1:30pm unless the North American Plate rifts or subducts in a Laurentide Orogeny.

Question #6: What is the best thing to buy in the store?

Answer #6: Autographed pictures of Don’s ass in the moonlight. They’re quite something.

Question #7: Which one of your dogs was the one that died?

Answer #7: Go die yourself, sir. We will send a dumptruck full of bait to your lawn if you insist on being crude and callous.

Question #8: If I stop my car in the middle of the Boothbay rotary to wave Don in, will he be nice to me and give me a fat discount?

Answer #8: Don is a firm believer in Right-of-Way. He loathes people who stop in the middle of a rotary for anything. Except emergency vehicles, cute baby ducks, police actions, and if he’s spilled a taco down the front of him.

Question #9: What the hell is wrong with that gal Grace within your employ?

Answer #9: GRACE IS NOT A WHACKJOB. REPEAT… GRACE IS NOT A WHACKJOB. Grace is one of those weirdos who speak two languages and don’t like hot dogs. And don’t worry. Grace is safely off the North American continent (The BEST Continent, by the way) and bothering people in Europe who don’t even celebrate Thanksgiving.

She referred to Don’s melanoma scar as “Eeewww! GROSS!” Same for the U.S. debt ceiling and the Red Sox’s win over the Yankees in the one-game playoff. She has a quasi-masters in something like 18th-Century Livestock Management, and is currently looking for a job/husband/hookup who isn’t Ewwwwww!!! or “GROSS!!” You can also melt her brain by mentioning a macchiatio. Good luck, Gracie!! We love you!

Question #10: Is there anything worse than going to the supermarket these days?

Answer #10: Yes. Sleeping in railcars/dumpsters loaded with Hepatitis-C infected needles and Hobos with tuberculosis.

Question #11: What should Question #12 be?

Answer #11: What does Don have against Hobos?

Question #12: Why is Don so angry all the time?

Answer #12: Don has a dent on his skull from where it deflected a bullet. It’s been very itchy for over 10 years. He also has trouble finding underwear that doesn’t give him a perma-wedgie. Then there’s all the spruce sap that ends up on his windshield every morning.

Question #13: No. Seriously. Why is Don so angry all the time?

Answer #13: The invasive species Joe “Stinkbeetle” Buck is announcing post-season baseball.

Question #14: Why were Don's on-line ads banned by Pen Bay Pilot Newspaper?

Answer #14: A whole bunch of dour, tiny-brained people got together and dumped a bunch of bait on the lawn of the Pen Bay Pilot with a note written in crayon that said, “Two Salty Dogs are SANTA WORSHIPPERS!”

Of course the poor Pen Bay Pilot employees were furious that they had to clean up all the bait, so they decided to stop running Don’s ads and prevent the Rockland area from falling under the sway of Santa Worshipers.

Question #15: No, seriously. Why was Two Salty Dog's advertising banned by The Pen Bay Pilot?

Answer #15:  You see children, Tiny-brained people (Tiny Brains) are concerned that people with larger brains (Average People) are in constant danger of being brainwashed by books, video games, TV shows, movies, music, religion, newspaper ads, comic books, and politics. They are also terribly concerned about how Average People choose to spend their free time.

Unfortunately, when Tiny Brains gather together, they call / write / protest to newspapers, TV stations, politicians, and all the poor people whose job it is to listen to them. The Tiny Brains scream about decency. They go on about atrocities committed and evil incarnate. They threaten boycotts. They demand things be banned immediately. They pester, badger, and hound the poor people whose job it is to listen to them. Eventually, the poor people who have to listen to the Tiny Brains need to get some real work done and don’t want a truck full of bait on their lawns. So they agree to whatever the Tiny Brains want.

And so children, you can see how the crazier, tinier-brained people in America get their way.

It’s not all bad news, though. For 8 or so years, Don was essentially forced to support the Pen Bay Pilot to the tune of $40/month because it was a package deal with the Boothbay Register. He suspected the Pen Bay Pilot spent his $40/month on menthol cigarettes, energy drinks, lottery tickets, and timeshares in a Florida swamp because he never saw any results or return from the Pen Bay Pilot’s advertising.

And just so you know, Don has committed to spending that extra $40/month on something that will make an impact on the shop like the Pen Bay Pilot couldn’t– psychic phone readings and having someone shoot him with a taser between 2 and 6am every morning.

Rejoice, Tiny Brains. Rejoice.

Question #16: What is brown and sounds like a bell?

Answer #16: DUNG! (Sing it aloud if you don’t get it)

Question #17: Why aren't your dogs ransacking all these treats? My dog would have ripped through everything here!!!?

Answer #17: Liana and Don severely beat us so that we vomit in terror when we are presented with treats.

They also drug us and yell at us when no one is looking. Don will take a vicious kick at us at random times when there are no customers.

Seriously, train your dogs, people.




Question #18: Why does Don have to be so caustic and sarcastic to people? Why can't he just educate them instead of writing nasty things like We Love Hate Mail?

Answer #18: When Don started this shop over 10 years ago, he learned one thing, “When you throw open your doors to the general public, you’re going to get a lot of great people- and a lot of Whackos come through them.”

If the people are respectful and asking Don a question, Don is respectful and will “educate” them. The vast majority of the people are. But if they are full of their own self-righteousness and come into the shop thinking they’re going to have a nice little game of “Kick the Ignorant Maine Bumpkin,” then Don lets them have it– as anyone should when confronted with arrogance and spitefulness.

Don’t be confused. Don doesn’t hate tourists. As anyone who has been in the shop can attest, Don is courteous, helpful, friendly, and outgoing. But he’s not going to be shouted at by ignorant people because they can get away with it at larger stores. Don has the luxury of owning his own business and being able to say or do whatever he wants in it.

Most people in retail and restaurants don’t. They have to sit there and be spoken to rudely, treated like an idiot, have unreasonable demands placed on them, denigrated, and not be able to say anything back without losing their jobs.

And that’s what I think explains the popularity of the “We Love Hate Mail” segments.

Question #19: Is it true that Don was almost run over and cursed out by someone with a COEXIST bumper sticker?

Answer #19: Unfortunately, it is completely true. I was there.

Don was walking across the street from the shop to our building across the street when a shoddy Subaru Hangnail came screaming off McKown St. towards Eventide. The vehicle must have been going 45mph and was in the middle of the street.

The driver screeched to a halt in front of Don and started to screech at Don and curse at him about crosswalks.

It is never a good idea to screech at Don about anything, much less after nearly killing him. One thing a lot of you people don’t know is that Don worked construction most of his life, so his language can get intimidating and filthy. I have heard him rattle off a stream of insults, vituperations and swearing in the course of several minutes that do not repeat.

Coexist, indeed.

Question #20: How did Don react when the delivery driver kicked you, Augustus?

Answer #20: Now let’s get a few facts straight right here.The delivery driver was not from the UPS or Fed Ex. He was not from the Boothbay region. And it was not a wind-up football kick.

The driver that day was not the usual one. The usual chap would stop briefly and scuff our heads and perhaps give us dogs a small treat.

This Ogre started by yelling at me to get out of his way. Thinking he was playing a new and exciting game with me, I came behind him and licked the back of his leg.

The Ogre responded by kicking backwards and hitting me in the lower jaw with his foot.

As I mentioned above, Don does not look for confrontation, but he won’t back away from it either. Even if the Ogre was a solid 3-inches taller than Don.

Don’s dressing-down of the Ogre was beautiful. It reached a fever pitch when the Ogre denied kicking me and Don said the Ogre was “…so stupid he was one generation from eating his own young…” Other quips worthy of note were, “You look like a cross between a mouth-breather and a knuckle-scraper..,” and my personal favorite, “If brains were dynamite, you couldn’t even blow your nose….” Of course there was a lot more swearing than I can print here.

Excelsior, Don. I’ve got your back.

Question #21: What is the most egregious instance of Whackjobs in Boothbay Harbor this summer?

Answer #21: This incident that happened at Waves restaurant:



So the next time you Biped Muppets out there want to shed a tear for the innocent, can we agree that that group does NOT include Whackjobs?


I remain,

Augustus M.B. Kingsbury




4 replies on “Whackjob Invictus – by Auggie”

I loved this post. However, I still don’t know what INVICTUS means. Do you, Don????? I’d send you some hate mail, but I don’t hate your site or your comments. Yet.

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