Hey all! Below is an article I ran across online. The last paragraph
deals with Burton, but thought I'd copy and paste the entire article
so that the part about Burton made sense. It's pretty obvious the
dude that wrote it isn't a Burton fan, but with the "gay or not gay"
still being tossed around all over the internet, thought I'd tell you
all about it. I think this dude is a blogger (still not exactly sure
what that is)and this is his website forum. There is a picture of
Burton with his donkey that I couldn't copy, so when you read "except
the clown in the picture", the writer is referring to this photo. You
can find this photo on Burton's website that is mentioned at the
end.

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The week of April 24 was taxing to say the least. To begin, my
grandfather died (sorry to get heavy) so I had to fly back to SF on
extremely short notice for his funeral. After having to speak at a
funeral service for the second time in two years, I left for a return
red eye and an interview in New York. The following day I then flew
to Chicago for my wife's business school reunion (Kellogg, class
of
2000!).

As the above should hint at, not having a job makes you vulnerable to
other's wishes. "Others" like those that do have a job.
"Others" like
my wife. This is what led me to an enclosed plastic tent on
Northwestern's campus on a cold Friday afternoon. There sick with
a
cold I found myself exhausted, a bit depressed and surrounded by
middle managers. Fortunately endless amounts of beer were also
present courtesy of liquor conglomerate Diageo. Little did I know two
days of shockingly HARD PARTYING lay ahead. Indeed, I remained drunk
for the next 48 hours.

Suffice it to say I was not anticipating a weekend with consumer
product group branding types that involved a shit load of vodka, more
Old Style than you can imagine and hot dogs of all varieties.

(Regarding this last gem: if you are ever in Chicago, you MUST go to
hot dog establishment called Hot Doug's. It is near Roscoe
Village on
the North Side and features 12 different varieties of hot dogs as
well as Italian beef, gyros and, for you busy folks, "meat on a
stick" (corndogs). During the entire 40 or so minutes I spent at
Doug's, a loud hit parade of The Buzzcocks, Damned, Deadboys,
Pagans
and Crime cranked from the speakers. The walls were covered with
encouraging slogans such as "The two most beautiful words in the
English language are "encased meats" and "EAT!")

The drinking occurred in our host's basement, a sleazy bar in
Evanston called The Deuce and Harry Carry's (RIP) downtown. The
people I met, my wife's former classmates, were extremely nice.
Rather than the bland, moderate Republican types I assumed they were
going to be, they were funny and loved nothing more than handing you
a cold beer or hot brat. This not being the up tight Bay Area, the
bars stayed open till 4; although the latest I could handle all of
the drinking was 3.

I guess the point is that a good time often comes where you are least
looking for it. In need of a smile after a grueling week, I
unexpectedly found it among MBA types. While some were conservative
in their politics, most were middle of the road. Nearly all are
having kids for the first time, buying houses and wondering how they
were going to pay for it. In short, they are just good, average folks
like you and me.

Except the clown in the picture. His name is Burton Roberts. He went
to Kellogg and evidently slept with many of the women there (not my
wife, I have been told). He is the son of Texas oil money, has never
really worked in his life and came in 5th on Survivor. To give you an
idea what sort of specimen this dude is, at about 2 AM at a bowling
we were all drinking at he told a girl who he used to nail in school
how much he missed her, his life was empty without her, etc. That
girl is married now and her husband was right there. Check out
Burton's website, http://www.burtonroberts.com/

As my departed grandfather used to say, there's always one
motherfucker in the woodpile