Once upon our time, Canadians were widely regarded as the luckiest ever, on a small planet, where so many, have so little.
In 'dreamtime' during Wartime, the secret cypher for concentration camps' kitchens, was
Like manna ...'kanada'
(Long before, "Guantanamara" became "Gitmo."
Ever wonder.."What's left, of Omar Khadr?".. Joey!)
Young in years, but mature in our approaches to things.
Weather at home, was tough enough, then Vimy et al., Depression,
Then WAR, (again) Separation, Fear, Loss.
Atlantic Convoys, Hong Kong, Africa, Sicily, Dieppe,
Ortona/ Monte Casino, D-Day, Drive to Berlin.
What was found, and lost, in the Low Countries,
Taught that there was worse afoot, than weather.
So, we have been tried, even good, in the past.
Excepting our (routine) treatment, of All Abos,
"That'll l'arn 'em.. um, ah.. heathen savages!"
+Our,happily, gifted 'Dominion' over all else extant?
"Hi Ho, Hie Ho, get yo' scrawny butt(ox) to work,"
No naps, jus' raps: B# Minors,
"Ping..scratch..grunt
"Away, away... to midden + dump
"'Cuz we da Poss ...+U da chump."
"Here we go, "loop-de-lie!"
"Ping..scratch..grunt"
"Jolly Canucks", work all day, rarely wear garters, our Motto,
"Peace, Order,.. and once, in a
'Bluue Moooon... you saw me standin' alone... without a dream..'
Not too bad, governance."
Je me souviens.
"There's that land, have you seen it?" R.S.
"A Gorgeous, 'Geographie Geant' the World admired,
trusted us, with it." L'Hibou Gris, top chap!
Currently, the "sotto voce" diplomatic skinny, aboot Us? WTF!
Brava Rona! Good work Chuck!
Peter+Condi whee! You GO Steverino!
Why, these Da-pilla-Torys are Red Assed Yankee Manquees
Just like 'Macaca' Georgie Porgie.
On 16 FEB '06:
WE PLEDGED OUR NATION'S HONOUR, and affixed same, to the KYOTO PROTOCOL.
THUS, promulgating a LAW OF THIS LAND, and those few remaining pockets of "INTERNATIONAL LAW" left to us, elsewhere, these days.
So, other than "Wetbacks and the Yellow Peril" what's new, Lou?
"..It is now widely understood that Canada can't(sic)...KYOTO.."
Throne Speech 16 Oct. 07.
"Understood" by Whom? Steve...Oh,
"See? Guess what! it's ah, clearly ah, in-continent, an' 'ats duh troof," says Swagger Gee, "So there,"
('Taint funny, Mcgee, even blind pigs find truffles,' do ya mind the vistas that made us wistful?)
It is Folks.
Sanctimonious Satraps, casting their farts to the wind, remarking on the sweetly, scented breezes.
Why, to say otherwise, might ruffle the REPUBIC rulers, whence all blessings trickle, (tinkle, tinkle) down.
WHEN the OGALALA AQUIFER, SUCKS (DRY) SOON,
THE NEXT, pond upstream, Little Beavers, is
THE GREAT LAKES.
"Screw them !@#$%&* Nobels, and the IJC too."
"NO need tuh dyn-o-mite, jus' OPEN THE DAMN GATE." (Chicago River)
"Jes' soon as those ARMY CORPS(ES) of ENG.S,
"Finish up, (good stuff, boyz!) in NOLA."
(To be Relieved: by elements of Blackwater, [4th DIV. Airborne Attack Rangers.])
STOP: VP-DC RIGHT EYE ONLY OR ROVE'LL SIC RUSH ON YA
"REVISED" NAFTA: SEC 7: PART:8 SUB 5.9
"There shall (NOT, NO, NADA) be any unilateral Interpretuptions, of 'Flow Through' (in-mens-true-gates) in res 'Righteous, Republican, Riparian Rights' under NAFTA."
(Viz. Addington, Hadley, Yoo, Gonzales et al. before Judge Judy, ex parte, at a Fun Razor.)
"Ipso facto, 'cause Gonzo said so,"
(In close harmony children, on the downbeat)
"What transcription errors? So, you say? We have a true copy but you can't see it, 'cause we say so, F.U."
"Let's talk this over?"
"Ah, that's a big NegaTory, kitts, (stari-ng decisis-ly)
"WE say different!"
(Want to run that one through the WTO, Folks?
While U wait, let's get some shakes.)
Right, 'echo-hiking' l'on y dance, l'on y dance,
Walking tours across Thunder Bay,
Au Geant qu'est dormant, mon cher,
Frere Jacques, tous en rond.
"An Awakening, profoundly to be wished." B.H.
In 1972, "The New Romans," (excellent Can-lit anthology)
concluded with the heartfelt desire
NOT to be, routinely and forever,
"Bum-fucked by Bald Eagles."
NOW HERE WE ARE, all prostates, before the EMPIRE,
("See Alice," said the Cat, with a grin.)
As Nixon used to say, "That would be wrong."
How else then, to describe Bush et al. except, as cowardly bullies, with demonstrably anal, torture fetishes, among many other curious quirks.
Ex post factos, with soi disant, neo-con notions,
Of WTF's a'pro'(pos) and whose 'bono' they'll 'play' with today.
Retro-Blythe Control, with tazzzerz+guns+Gitmo,
They decide, who, where, when.
Why, Phat would make, our Stevie:
A "Handmaiden?"
A coy (alt.) vessel?
A pimp?
A pseudo-Christian wedgie?
Mike........ from Canmore?
Just another 'first class' fuckwit?
All above?
"Take it or leave it" is the preamble and postscript of this old receipe, not, for useful direction and redress, but rather, clingin' to the helm,
"It's always, all about me" sayeth the pious "Hogtown Halibut."
(Bottom feeder, with an oddly, "One sided" outlook,
Like a flounder, only rounder.)
As to the bulk of the missive to the masses,
(Notre pauvre, The RT Hon. Ms. Michaelle J. looking, throughout, comme toujours, "whip-smart," et la vraie belle canadienne, behind whose sparkling eyes, (honi mal y pense) les petites memoires of old drums, "Ton Ton Macoutes"..)
Whew, what was that, middle part?..Oh, it's pure, vintage Bushwa.
As budding cardsharps, on "Celebrity Poker?" will 'tell' ya,
"Watch Out When, a self-styled "Doc," brings his own deck, and without warrant, serially, surriptitiously, seriously, sneaks peeks, at Yr. 'Hole' (card)."
There's a Park, on the Lake, at the foot of Brimley Road, in Poor, Old Tranna,
Not Calgary Joey, just a short bike ride,
From Yr. ol' Homestead, in louche, lovely Leaside.
LEAFS Joey! loose the chaps.
Let's see WHO, "WANTS TO WAIT" 'til 2050!
For some "Tr-ACK-SHONE"
The Real Defenders of the True North hear, and rue
"Chimes of Arctic Ice" candling far too late,
Seasonally, in the great Canuck inter-gobble,
Dri_, dri_ dri_.
The "p" is silent, as in treading water.
"So Quit Yr. grinnin' and Drop...THE WRIT,TWIT.
You, Pre-postering, Pussy-lanomouse, Piss-ant Poll-Cat :)
UPDATE:
Harpoon, whilst en banc, in House, attempted to cite
Stan Roger's, CBC certified number #1 with a Beaufort, Anthem to Franklin's Arctic questing, and of course, F/B-lubbered it.
We All know how keen he is, about All things Maritime.
"Goddam them all, I was told, we'd cruise the seas for American Gold."
8:5 against his joining in, on the harmony,
He's so squeaky, as nails on chalkboard.
Ah well, back to the "Staggers+Jaggs" me Hearties.
Pass the Port, Barrett,
Bet H. knows M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E,
By Heart.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
"Echo-Tourism only, NOW!"
There's an ancient novelty, redounding just below our daily theshold of vital signs,
"So PARIS'S (NOT) going to wear, WHAT, sometime, somewhere?
"Tell me what you want..and I'll give you what you need.."
"Well WOOF," said Saxby.
IF, there is a "PEACE that PASSETH ALL UNDERSTANDING,
IT'S, (somewhere)in WILDERNESS."
So Sayeth Righteous Sages, over the ages.
MYSTIC PROFUNDITY, to be discovered ONLY in DEEP, QUIET reflection.
This surely, shall come as BIG NEWS to our ELDERS.(native, betters,)
IN REALITY, "DREAMQUEST" ain't NO TALKY, Folks,
IT'S STILL, a SILENT.
Once upon our time, some DACHAS, here+there, in the OFF season, had this PERFECT BEAUTY/TRUTH.
NOW Oh, what a relief, when the neighbour's:
1/Children, (whom you are patiently training NOT to exterminate every new fauna they encounter, per se, or drown) have finally wearied of PWC donuts in front of Yr. camp and repaired to the BOOMBOXES for updates until,
2/It's huntin' practice time, AGAIN, "Yuh know that ALLIGATOR turtle we saw from the ski? Let's use it. If we can't find 'em there's those BEAVERS" then,
3/THE VERY LATEST "NEW COUNTRY" STATIC vies with alcooled domestic violence, interupted, occasionly, by PASSIONATE, high pitched SCREAMS, from all hands, (including various howls and whimpers from undisciplined, evocatively named, vicious "PETS," gnawing at chains,
OF Pain, Fear, Anger, Rejection, Anguish, Loss? WTF?
4/ A moonlit interlude, mood indigo, dancing w/ Auroras, "LOON CALL" philharmonic symphony, in C (sharp) Major, (9 players at tonight's JAM) when,
5/Augmenting the 24/7 Sodium vapour "KLIEGZZLIGHT", liberated one night, from the HIGHWAY SALT yard, (just past the DUMP) ON COME, a thousand points of LIGHT, soon followed by the CRESCENDO GROSSO of,
6) !@#$%^&*+ HORSEPOWER ATV ENGINES, the NASCAR ANTHEM.
WILDER-NESS, THEIR TRACK.
.... MANY GENSETS keep things AH, HUMMIN.'
"Night and Day, ...they are......the ones.."
SO, yet another modest suggestion:
NO MORE BUSHROADS.PERIOD.FULL STOP>
BUTT (cigarette, you glutinious guttersnipes) YOU are all MOST WELCOME to VISIT.
WITH WHAT YOU CAN CARRY IN.
LIKE ON AIRPLANES, FOR HOMELAND SECURITY.
THERE'S AH, WAR(S) ON, Don'tcha, NO?
NO PISSING IN THE POOL!
IT'S ALL COMING BACK OUT, ON YOU.
PRAY, SING, SCREAM, LAUGH, WEEP, as much as you WISH.
NO MORE (HAPPY) TRAILS, 2U, L'il BUCKEROOS.
"So PARIS'S (NOT) going to wear, WHAT, sometime, somewhere?
"Tell me what you want..and I'll give you what you need.."
"Well WOOF," said Saxby.
IF, there is a "PEACE that PASSETH ALL UNDERSTANDING,
IT'S, (somewhere)in WILDERNESS."
So Sayeth Righteous Sages, over the ages.
MYSTIC PROFUNDITY, to be discovered ONLY in DEEP, QUIET reflection.
This surely, shall come as BIG NEWS to our ELDERS.(native, betters,)
IN REALITY, "DREAMQUEST" ain't NO TALKY, Folks,
IT'S STILL, a SILENT.
Once upon our time, some DACHAS, here+there, in the OFF season, had this PERFECT BEAUTY/TRUTH.
NOW Oh, what a relief, when the neighbour's:
1/Children, (whom you are patiently training NOT to exterminate every new fauna they encounter, per se, or drown) have finally wearied of PWC donuts in front of Yr. camp and repaired to the BOOMBOXES for updates until,
2/It's huntin' practice time, AGAIN, "Yuh know that ALLIGATOR turtle we saw from the ski? Let's use it. If we can't find 'em there's those BEAVERS" then,
3/THE VERY LATEST "NEW COUNTRY" STATIC vies with alcooled domestic violence, interupted, occasionly, by PASSIONATE, high pitched SCREAMS, from all hands, (including various howls and whimpers from undisciplined, evocatively named, vicious "PETS," gnawing at chains,
OF Pain, Fear, Anger, Rejection, Anguish, Loss? WTF?
4/ A moonlit interlude, mood indigo, dancing w/ Auroras, "LOON CALL" philharmonic symphony, in C (sharp) Major, (9 players at tonight's JAM) when,
5/Augmenting the 24/7 Sodium vapour "KLIEGZZLIGHT", liberated one night, from the HIGHWAY SALT yard, (just past the DUMP) ON COME, a thousand points of LIGHT, soon followed by the CRESCENDO GROSSO of,
6) !@#$%^&*+ HORSEPOWER ATV ENGINES, the NASCAR ANTHEM.
WILDER-NESS, THEIR TRACK.
.... MANY GENSETS keep things AH, HUMMIN.'
"Night and Day, ...they are......the ones.."
SO, yet another modest suggestion:
NO MORE BUSHROADS.PERIOD.FULL STOP>
BUTT (cigarette, you glutinious guttersnipes) YOU are all MOST WELCOME to VISIT.
WITH WHAT YOU CAN CARRY IN.
LIKE ON AIRPLANES, FOR HOMELAND SECURITY.
THERE'S AH, WAR(S) ON, Don'tcha, NO?
NO PISSING IN THE POOL!
IT'S ALL COMING BACK OUT, ON YOU.
PRAY, SING, SCREAM, LAUGH, WEEP, as much as you WISH.
NO MORE (HAPPY) TRAILS, 2U, L'il BUCKEROOS.
Friday, October 12, 2007
"Favour Us, With a Tune, Won't You Soon?"
See Children, the Blues are rooted, Deep in the Earth, our Hearts and Silly Little Noggins.
Jazz (the Trunk) is an Ancient Alchemy of "What if?"
Slow down, listen, think, re-phrase, tempo, maybe this way, Louis and Darwin did.
Taller than Sequoias, Older than Bristlecones ("Been here, heard that.")
Rhythm is what we are, though some deny and suppress this, usually 'cause someone else told them, "That's what MyGod wants, wishes, demands, of You."
As to Rolling Rocks, That's a big (Glacial) topic for later, but not much later, rumours of waxing change are afoot.
Ever since "Soul," replaced "Race," as a (useful to some) modifier in the American Canon, many "Religiosos" have become increasingly confused.
Even those who (quel dommage) avoided dancing altogether, a priori.
Because Music hath Charms,
It's Witch Craft Wicced.
It gets you, you don't get It.
So, Come on, Folks, let's all climb onboard.
"You Don't Need No Ticket to Ride This Train."
"Embolden!" Enoble Yr. Out!-Look-Out!
(Go Tribe, show those Beantown Hosers)
So,What do Jimmy Carter and Al Gore have, that the current "Posse Cummin' at US" lacks?
Right, the former were elected, Lawfully.
Decent, caring, hardworking smart Earthlings, who pay close attention, sense the danger, doing their level best to alert the rest of us meerkats.
Pilloried by pissants for their trouble.
No good deed ever goes unpunished.
Another Northern Mid-October day, (+30C) sweaters rusty.
If (FISA) eaves-dripping is like melting, or dropping, (Bush)
Let's all, listen carefully.
"...She walked (away) with all (of) my CD's.... But I still Believe in Love.....Yes I Do!.....jus' not with You." Jack Soul
Get well Haydain.
Jazz (the Trunk) is an Ancient Alchemy of "What if?"
Slow down, listen, think, re-phrase, tempo, maybe this way, Louis and Darwin did.
Taller than Sequoias, Older than Bristlecones ("Been here, heard that.")
Rhythm is what we are, though some deny and suppress this, usually 'cause someone else told them, "That's what MyGod wants, wishes, demands, of You."
As to Rolling Rocks, That's a big (Glacial) topic for later, but not much later, rumours of waxing change are afoot.
Ever since "Soul," replaced "Race," as a (useful to some) modifier in the American Canon, many "Religiosos" have become increasingly confused.
Even those who (quel dommage) avoided dancing altogether, a priori.
Because Music hath Charms,
It's Witch Craft Wicced.
It gets you, you don't get It.
So, Come on, Folks, let's all climb onboard.
"You Don't Need No Ticket to Ride This Train."
"Embolden!" Enoble Yr. Out!-Look-Out!
(Go Tribe, show those Beantown Hosers)
So,What do Jimmy Carter and Al Gore have, that the current "Posse Cummin' at US" lacks?
Right, the former were elected, Lawfully.
Decent, caring, hardworking smart Earthlings, who pay close attention, sense the danger, doing their level best to alert the rest of us meerkats.
Pilloried by pissants for their trouble.
No good deed ever goes unpunished.
Another Northern Mid-October day, (+30C) sweaters rusty.
If (FISA) eaves-dripping is like melting, or dropping, (Bush)
Let's all, listen carefully.
"...She walked (away) with all (of) my CD's.... But I still Believe in Love.....Yes I Do!.....jus' not with You." Jack Soul
Get well Haydain.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Sour Grapes of Wrath, Un-Sweetened Thursdays.
1/The G+M and CBC report this AM that Multi Manifest Jerkoff and his Merry Bund of Yankee Clippers, need dossiers on any Canadian who flys through "Their (Air) Space," going anywhere, except Gitmo, or alternate Rendering.
Happily not domestic flights from anywhere East to anywhere West or visa versa, whose terrorible umbra may darken the North West Angle, briefly, en route.
This curious exemption is based on the novel (G.O.P.) theorum that the Earth may have some curvature, odd, considering how straight they all are.
In the end, "The Cheese Stands Alone."
This is a new "Shoot" on the hardy perennial, still very popular in Luger/ Luganland, that many, if not all of the 9/11 "Baddies," swam/paddled/snowshoed the 49th, after extensive RCAF/See Sis! training, here in Soviet Canuckistan.
Well, Stock, the Day has come.
Whattaya, Whattaya?
2/ Laura Bush now leads "The Home of Premptive Smart Weapons" advising Myanmar on rights and wrongs.
Condi (quietly) considers a new do, maybe something less flip?
3/"Shoot 'em ups" in American schools and associated MSM coverage becoming stale and formulaic, sadly, no leaping, as all sharks gone for soup.
Everybody weeping, "Why Us?" Duh!
The NRA/RNC 2nd Ammendment position being entirely settled Law, it should be mandatory that all students "Pack Heat."
J.K. is none to soon for "Yard Yanks" to learn the "Facts of Fire Power."
Imagine how useful a few dozen AK47's would have been to students at Kent State, or "Buy a Gun" and "Play@Home."
4/The Yellow Rose advises Congress that warrentless everything is mighty useful.
5/Congress rebukes Nato Ally Turkey over century old, (everyone knows it was a) massacre, there have been plenty and they are increasing in both kind and degree.
Takes up Beatification of Reagan, Jackson, Filmore and Custer on at least "Air Miles' script, if not, new (Indian Head) wooden nickles?
New RNC lapel pins, like the "Troop Ribbons" in design, feature stylized Knot on a Dixie background, affirming American Family Values......like hotcakes!
"Collateral Disaperatos" in neo-con Babylonian Captivity, all over the world.
Oil/Grease makes the Pubics lubricious.
6/Tribe spanks Yanks, Washington PigSkins flaccid in early going, there's a trick, ah knows is.
Generic: Mydixadryllin, "Ask Yr. Phar-Ma if it's Right for U!"
7/8.01% of the 4.5 million votes (52% turnout?) in Ontari-ari-o are Green, trebles previous Green support to almost NDP level, resulting in in ZERO Green seats.
NDP have Ten (10).
MMP fails, most assume the early "M" stands for mendacious,
WTF are 'upper down' votes, 60% needed to consider emancipating the serf's, where's the 'Clarity Act' when we need it?
8/+32C all along 60N (Arctic Circle) for Giving Thanks Hols.
Sub-Saharan Flamingos snapping up Great Slave Waterfront say "It's nice, but could use a little more seasoning."
9/Tony Clement denied Betty Bacall's hope to attend TIFF, on grounds of habitual "Bogarting."
10/Researchers RDF picks up a Deer talking to an Antelope, "I think I just heard a discouraging word."
11/Bonus for Inquiring minds, Tush Livitra promises to lead G.O.P. back to the Executive Washrooms, over Hillary's 'D.B.', IF, he's awarded the Nobel, for Peace.
You Go, Lush.
Happily not domestic flights from anywhere East to anywhere West or visa versa, whose terrorible umbra may darken the North West Angle, briefly, en route.
This curious exemption is based on the novel (G.O.P.) theorum that the Earth may have some curvature, odd, considering how straight they all are.
In the end, "The Cheese Stands Alone."
This is a new "Shoot" on the hardy perennial, still very popular in Luger/ Luganland, that many, if not all of the 9/11 "Baddies," swam/paddled/snowshoed the 49th, after extensive RCAF/See Sis! training, here in Soviet Canuckistan.
Well, Stock, the Day has come.
Whattaya, Whattaya?
2/ Laura Bush now leads "The Home of Premptive Smart Weapons" advising Myanmar on rights and wrongs.
Condi (quietly) considers a new do, maybe something less flip?
3/"Shoot 'em ups" in American schools and associated MSM coverage becoming stale and formulaic, sadly, no leaping, as all sharks gone for soup.
Everybody weeping, "Why Us?" Duh!
The NRA/RNC 2nd Ammendment position being entirely settled Law, it should be mandatory that all students "Pack Heat."
J.K. is none to soon for "Yard Yanks" to learn the "Facts of Fire Power."
Imagine how useful a few dozen AK47's would have been to students at Kent State, or "Buy a Gun" and "Play@Home."
4/The Yellow Rose advises Congress that warrentless everything is mighty useful.
5/Congress rebukes Nato Ally Turkey over century old, (everyone knows it was a) massacre, there have been plenty and they are increasing in both kind and degree.
Takes up Beatification of Reagan, Jackson, Filmore and Custer on at least "Air Miles' script, if not, new (Indian Head) wooden nickles?
New RNC lapel pins, like the "Troop Ribbons" in design, feature stylized Knot on a Dixie background, affirming American Family Values......like hotcakes!
"Collateral Disaperatos" in neo-con Babylonian Captivity, all over the world.
Oil/Grease makes the Pubics lubricious.
6/Tribe spanks Yanks, Washington PigSkins flaccid in early going, there's a trick, ah knows is.
Generic: Mydixadryllin, "Ask Yr. Phar-Ma if it's Right for U!"
7/8.01% of the 4.5 million votes (52% turnout?) in Ontari-ari-o are Green, trebles previous Green support to almost NDP level, resulting in in ZERO Green seats.
NDP have Ten (10).
MMP fails, most assume the early "M" stands for mendacious,
WTF are 'upper down' votes, 60% needed to consider emancipating the serf's, where's the 'Clarity Act' when we need it?
8/+32C all along 60N (Arctic Circle) for Giving Thanks Hols.
Sub-Saharan Flamingos snapping up Great Slave Waterfront say "It's nice, but could use a little more seasoning."
9/Tony Clement denied Betty Bacall's hope to attend TIFF, on grounds of habitual "Bogarting."
10/Researchers RDF picks up a Deer talking to an Antelope, "I think I just heard a discouraging word."
11/Bonus for Inquiring minds, Tush Livitra promises to lead G.O.P. back to the Executive Washrooms, over Hillary's 'D.B.', IF, he's awarded the Nobel, for Peace.
You Go, Lush.
"Boiling the Water, to Burn the Toast?"
YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED, IT'S GETTING WARMER.
Survey says, 80%+ of Canadians are clamoring for useful direction, regarding increasing cascades, like the Arctic, (indifferent to flags) tipping fast.
WHAT'S HAPPENING?
MORE than enough energy, comes from the Sun, every day.
The historic success of any species, so far,
Varies directly with ELEGANCE in the management of,
Passive Solar/Geothermal energy.
THE KEY to Kyoto is to QUIT BURNING.
OUR TIME is SHORT.
CASCADING isn't, just pretty, little waterfalls.
It describes: exponential, systemic catastrophy,
Driving changes, in both kind and degree,
About which, we know, NOTHING.
Assuming systemic equilibrium, among other variables, any persistant 'constant' tends to augment some conditions, and retard others.
EXPONENTIAL OVERLOADING, of the Biome,
By OUR RESIDUES, is this NOVEL CONSTANT.
CHECK those "Rearviews" Folks, somethin' to do with OUR FLAMING BEHAVIOUR, (may be closer than you think) gaining FAST.
IF you lean on the hull of a ULCC, laden with two million bbls of (Light? Sweet?) Crude, long enough, you will move that Ship.
WHEN that Ship's moving, SLOWING it down again, requires LOTS (of Lilliputians) that's US.
OUR 200 YEAR SMOKING BINGE.
2208? ECHO-TOURISM? BITTER MEMOIRES?
IF we don't kick now, (nevermind the mess) the party's OVER.
SOME of our great, GRAND children,( who are wizard troglodytes) may see 2101, but without ipods, how will they MANAGE?
HOW LONG will we manage, WHEN (mortal lock) the GRID TRIPS again, more often, longer, in 'high' summer?
KYOTO is our slim LIFELINE, to a future entirely dependent on what we do today, to mitigate our (unprecedented) CARBON (et al) loading.
BUSH, Harper, Howard and the Kiwi P.M., all dismissive "Where, there? Folks, (head patting) Kyoto will destroy our economies and, in any event, its impossible, can't be done??" (wallet checking)
BASED ON WHAT? THESE BOZOS' long study? profound grasp? of the issue?
IDYLLIC IDIOTS, playing with OILED GUNS,+GREED.
"DENY/DELAY SPINNERAMAS" compounding misery, "WATCH THIS"
ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT!
IT'S FINAL JEOPARDY time, Folks, and THEY MIS-took-read-taken-demeaned-under-estimated, ALL the questions?
THEY have NO currentcy, except US.
MAYBE it's time to say BOO! before we're through.
NEITHER, Solid Solar Panels, Focal Furnaces, Tarry Sands, Corny Ethanol, Wind Farms, Tidal Teathers, Cold Fusion, Space Mirrors, Ballard Buses, BullFrog Power, "Deep-Geo Carbon Sequestration,"
NOR, "New Nukes," online circa mid-Century? (maybe, how 'bout Yr. backyard?) will bail us out of this one, Fellow Earthlings.
WE ARE, along with "Meat, Autos and Greed," WAY TOO MANY.
WE CRAVE CONTRAPTION
WE BURN Fossils to change water into steam, to drive turbines, to generate electricity, to burn toast.
This arcane "method" is now "de fault" that cools/heats our homes, replete with multi-neo-grid-gobblers, large and small.
An Old Hitchhiker predicted this, of the 'digital watch set.'
SMALL, occasional campfires are handy for heat, light and marshmallows, but now the fuel is far from the fire, and the fire is far from home, SMOKE, everywhere.
HUGE, REMOTE from HOME, "GENSITES", burning billions of tonnes of fossils, moved billions of miles, so we can have "Toast," chez nous.
OLD SOLAR CONCENTRATES, (COAL-OIL-GAS) reformatted over and over, delivered through millions of miles, of long, expensive, LEAKY WIRES, to our shacks, shanties, split-levels and "Memories of River Dolphins" Condos. (near the polluted ditch, by the road)
"Get 'em while they last! Write 'UR' Own mortgage! says Flipper!"
"So long and thanks, for all the fish."
THE TROUBLE with Energy is, IT'S just like all US.
WE are carbon based, semi-random, brief, (happy?) coherent little concentrations of transient energy.
ALWAYS avoiding, in any way possible, moving, or concentrating, or transforming.
Energy prefers to relax, fallout, dismiss and disperse, just like us.
Remember (Meryl) Blixen's revelation, when the rains came?
"Dis water, be long Mombassa."
This 'character flaw' is known as ENTROPY, it's pervasive, like aging.
After wiki, revisit Rube Goldberg's visions of advanced, mechanical, engineering methodology, take notes.
HOW OUR GRID OPERATES?
Organic complexity often succeeds, mechanical complexity always fails.
The N.A. Grid is an "EMPIRE of ENTROPY," where: we use the wrong inputs, in the wrong way, in the wrong place, for the wrong reasons, poorly.
Diamonds in, Garbage out, "DIGO."
From GAIA'S vantage, we're just the late(st), not so great, ape.
SO FAR, most notable for: unprecedented violence to everything within' shootin' range.
CARELESS of the campsite, LOUDEST ever, (barking bedroom slippers) like smirking chimps or heartless baboons and WE, LOVE TO SMOKE."
SADLY, we can't just yell "Quaint," into the breeze, on this one, Dubya.
ALL of the "PLASTICS" + "SMOKE" we have ever made, didn't blow away, it blows around, FOREVER.
There's many a slip, twixt the cup and the lip. (time/distance = cleaning costs)
A USEFUL COURSE OF ACTION: SIMPLIFY.
MANY of US, Northern Folks, have ATTICS above and BASEMENTS below, at HOME.
BASEMENTS, routinely interface with a (sub-frostline) geo-constant of about (+/-) 10C.
ATTICS, below shingled roofs, routinely collect and store +60C PASSIVE SOLAR HEAT for MOST of the year.
So the "SWEET SPOT," where we live, is SURROUNDED, by passive, adjacent, contiguous, persistant, pristine, free energy differentials of (+/-) 50C most of the time.
INSTEAD of combatting? this FREE ENERGY, with EXPENSIVE/DIRTY (Grid energy) LET'S USE IT.
Since residential A/C is the BIG DEMAND issue, on all temperate zone Grids, and the energy cost of A/C, for the average home, now exceeds heating, let's start there.
IF you have central A/C, do this.
IF you don't have central A/C, do this FIRST, then maybe Y'll decide to pass, on the joys of large, entropic contraptions.
WHAT TO DO WHEN ITS HOT
DON"T touch that dial, whatever TEMP setting you prefer, is just fine.
BUY a $50 square box fan, place it facing "UP" towards the attic, in the access hatch.
Plug it in, usually to a pull chain and socket adapter, in the closet light recepticle.
Some fans have three speeds, use LOW.
NOW you are: quietly, positively expelling the super-heated attic air, out ridge pots and soffits, turning down the ATTIC OVEN.
CLOSE the doors, curtains and windows, except a basement window, preferably one facing East or North.
LEAVE (that) window open, so replacement air, from shaded, (green?) grade level, is drawn into, Yr. cooler basement, thence the house.
HOW HARD was that?
NOW, you can sleep at night, because Yr. attic oven has been 'banked', and the bedroom air is fresh and cool.
WHAT ABOUT: HUMIDITY, POLLUTANTS, COOLER?
IN that window space, install a SEER+13 A/C, with an electro-static filter, run drip hose to petunias.
Turn it on LOW, its good to BALANCE in/out airflow, and precipitate the humidity.
The slower that the incoming air transits the basement, the higher the cooling factor in those upper bedrooms.
ON HOTTER DAYS, leave the thermostat, turn Yr. basement unit HIGHER to increase pre-cooling incoming.
NO SOLID, solar panels or geothermic wells with their stunning capital costs and extra-ordinary maintenance issues.
SPEND $600 + ADD to Yr. "seasonal" COSTS?
FOR ANOTHER A/C?
Absolutely!
HERE'S WHY:
The average cost of centrally cooling an (A+B) home is about $2000/yr.
NOW Yr. old banger/compressor, (cunningly mounted against those sunny bricks) is seldom needed, to service the thermostat.
SMART fishers use quiet, mini-trolling motors.
Return on investment? July+August.
AVERAGE "Store Bought" energy savings +75%.
BIG STEP, in the RIGHT DIRECTION, retired the cost and saved almost $1000, IN ONE YEAR.
As external, energy prices and cooling demand INCREASE, THINK of this reno as a "COOL COLA" provision, built into YR HOME, forever.
There are about 150 MILLION these (A+B) HOMES in North America.
Residential A/C demand, during the lenghtening "Cooling" season, routinely exceeds HALF of ALL CAPACITY.
By substituting PASSIVE energy, "HOMESPUN"
RIGHT MODE: (Hot/cool) MEDIUM: (air) PLACE: (Yr. home)
We, concurrently, INCREASE SUPPLY and, REDUCE GRID DEMAND,
Sending a wave of PROGRESSIVE SAVINGS back up-Grid.
A LAKESIDE SUNSET, WE can watch WITH the KIDS,
Where the "STACKS" are not SMOKEY, all day.
IF WE all did this TODAY, we would EXCEED
2012 KYOTO PROMISES, TOMORROW.
So what shall we do with all this Sunfall/Earthgift cash?
Well, that too, but let's save more, soon.
LET'S CLOSE "ALL COAL Fired Generation", across the Dominion,
July 1st, 2008, ('09, LATEST)
Il sera une Bonne Fete du Canada, n'est pas?
WHAT'S NEXT?
With all that FREE HEAT in the attic, early Spring to late Fall,
Suppose we use it: to heat our water, dry our clothes, stay toasty?
"Simple strategies, sometimes succeed" Occam.
QUIT blaming the SUNBEAMS,
WE STOP BURNING, or
Those Grand Kids will ALL be TOAST.
Survey says, 80%+ of Canadians are clamoring for useful direction, regarding increasing cascades, like the Arctic, (indifferent to flags) tipping fast.
WHAT'S HAPPENING?
MORE than enough energy, comes from the Sun, every day.
The historic success of any species, so far,
Varies directly with ELEGANCE in the management of,
Passive Solar/Geothermal energy.
THE KEY to Kyoto is to QUIT BURNING.
OUR TIME is SHORT.
CASCADING isn't, just pretty, little waterfalls.
It describes: exponential, systemic catastrophy,
Driving changes, in both kind and degree,
About which, we know, NOTHING.
Assuming systemic equilibrium, among other variables, any persistant 'constant' tends to augment some conditions, and retard others.
EXPONENTIAL OVERLOADING, of the Biome,
By OUR RESIDUES, is this NOVEL CONSTANT.
CHECK those "Rearviews" Folks, somethin' to do with OUR FLAMING BEHAVIOUR, (may be closer than you think) gaining FAST.
IF you lean on the hull of a ULCC, laden with two million bbls of (Light? Sweet?) Crude, long enough, you will move that Ship.
WHEN that Ship's moving, SLOWING it down again, requires LOTS (of Lilliputians) that's US.
OUR 200 YEAR SMOKING BINGE.
2208? ECHO-TOURISM? BITTER MEMOIRES?
IF we don't kick now, (nevermind the mess) the party's OVER.
SOME of our great, GRAND children,( who are wizard troglodytes) may see 2101, but without ipods, how will they MANAGE?
HOW LONG will we manage, WHEN (mortal lock) the GRID TRIPS again, more often, longer, in 'high' summer?
KYOTO is our slim LIFELINE, to a future entirely dependent on what we do today, to mitigate our (unprecedented) CARBON (et al) loading.
BUSH, Harper, Howard and the Kiwi P.M., all dismissive "Where, there? Folks, (head patting) Kyoto will destroy our economies and, in any event, its impossible, can't be done??" (wallet checking)
BASED ON WHAT? THESE BOZOS' long study? profound grasp? of the issue?
IDYLLIC IDIOTS, playing with OILED GUNS,+GREED.
"DENY/DELAY SPINNERAMAS" compounding misery, "WATCH THIS"
ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT!
IT'S FINAL JEOPARDY time, Folks, and THEY MIS-took-read-taken-demeaned-under-estimated, ALL the questions?
THEY have NO currentcy, except US.
MAYBE it's time to say BOO! before we're through.
NEITHER, Solid Solar Panels, Focal Furnaces, Tarry Sands, Corny Ethanol, Wind Farms, Tidal Teathers, Cold Fusion, Space Mirrors, Ballard Buses, BullFrog Power, "Deep-Geo Carbon Sequestration,"
NOR, "New Nukes," online circa mid-Century? (maybe, how 'bout Yr. backyard?) will bail us out of this one, Fellow Earthlings.
WE ARE, along with "Meat, Autos and Greed," WAY TOO MANY.
WE CRAVE CONTRAPTION
WE BURN Fossils to change water into steam, to drive turbines, to generate electricity, to burn toast.
This arcane "method" is now "de fault" that cools/heats our homes, replete with multi-neo-grid-gobblers, large and small.
An Old Hitchhiker predicted this, of the 'digital watch set.'
SMALL, occasional campfires are handy for heat, light and marshmallows, but now the fuel is far from the fire, and the fire is far from home, SMOKE, everywhere.
HUGE, REMOTE from HOME, "GENSITES", burning billions of tonnes of fossils, moved billions of miles, so we can have "Toast," chez nous.
OLD SOLAR CONCENTRATES, (COAL-OIL-GAS) reformatted over and over, delivered through millions of miles, of long, expensive, LEAKY WIRES, to our shacks, shanties, split-levels and "Memories of River Dolphins" Condos. (near the polluted ditch, by the road)
"Get 'em while they last! Write 'UR' Own mortgage! says Flipper!"
"So long and thanks, for all the fish."
THE TROUBLE with Energy is, IT'S just like all US.
WE are carbon based, semi-random, brief, (happy?) coherent little concentrations of transient energy.
ALWAYS avoiding, in any way possible, moving, or concentrating, or transforming.
Energy prefers to relax, fallout, dismiss and disperse, just like us.
Remember (Meryl) Blixen's revelation, when the rains came?
"Dis water, be long Mombassa."
This 'character flaw' is known as ENTROPY, it's pervasive, like aging.
After wiki, revisit Rube Goldberg's visions of advanced, mechanical, engineering methodology, take notes.
HOW OUR GRID OPERATES?
Organic complexity often succeeds, mechanical complexity always fails.
The N.A. Grid is an "EMPIRE of ENTROPY," where: we use the wrong inputs, in the wrong way, in the wrong place, for the wrong reasons, poorly.
Diamonds in, Garbage out, "DIGO."
From GAIA'S vantage, we're just the late(st), not so great, ape.
SO FAR, most notable for: unprecedented violence to everything within' shootin' range.
CARELESS of the campsite, LOUDEST ever, (barking bedroom slippers) like smirking chimps or heartless baboons and WE, LOVE TO SMOKE."
SADLY, we can't just yell "Quaint," into the breeze, on this one, Dubya.
ALL of the "PLASTICS" + "SMOKE" we have ever made, didn't blow away, it blows around, FOREVER.
There's many a slip, twixt the cup and the lip. (time/distance = cleaning costs)
A USEFUL COURSE OF ACTION: SIMPLIFY.
MANY of US, Northern Folks, have ATTICS above and BASEMENTS below, at HOME.
BASEMENTS, routinely interface with a (sub-frostline) geo-constant of about (+/-) 10C.
ATTICS, below shingled roofs, routinely collect and store +60C PASSIVE SOLAR HEAT for MOST of the year.
So the "SWEET SPOT," where we live, is SURROUNDED, by passive, adjacent, contiguous, persistant, pristine, free energy differentials of (+/-) 50C most of the time.
INSTEAD of combatting? this FREE ENERGY, with EXPENSIVE/DIRTY (Grid energy) LET'S USE IT.
Since residential A/C is the BIG DEMAND issue, on all temperate zone Grids, and the energy cost of A/C, for the average home, now exceeds heating, let's start there.
IF you have central A/C, do this.
IF you don't have central A/C, do this FIRST, then maybe Y'll decide to pass, on the joys of large, entropic contraptions.
WHAT TO DO WHEN ITS HOT
DON"T touch that dial, whatever TEMP setting you prefer, is just fine.
BUY a $50 square box fan, place it facing "UP" towards the attic, in the access hatch.
Plug it in, usually to a pull chain and socket adapter, in the closet light recepticle.
Some fans have three speeds, use LOW.
NOW you are: quietly, positively expelling the super-heated attic air, out ridge pots and soffits, turning down the ATTIC OVEN.
CLOSE the doors, curtains and windows, except a basement window, preferably one facing East or North.
LEAVE (that) window open, so replacement air, from shaded, (green?) grade level, is drawn into, Yr. cooler basement, thence the house.
HOW HARD was that?
NOW, you can sleep at night, because Yr. attic oven has been 'banked', and the bedroom air is fresh and cool.
WHAT ABOUT: HUMIDITY, POLLUTANTS, COOLER?
IN that window space, install a SEER+13 A/C, with an electro-static filter, run drip hose to petunias.
Turn it on LOW, its good to BALANCE in/out airflow, and precipitate the humidity.
The slower that the incoming air transits the basement, the higher the cooling factor in those upper bedrooms.
ON HOTTER DAYS, leave the thermostat, turn Yr. basement unit HIGHER to increase pre-cooling incoming.
NO SOLID, solar panels or geothermic wells with their stunning capital costs and extra-ordinary maintenance issues.
SPEND $600 + ADD to Yr. "seasonal" COSTS?
FOR ANOTHER A/C?
Absolutely!
HERE'S WHY:
The average cost of centrally cooling an (A+B) home is about $2000/yr.
NOW Yr. old banger/compressor, (cunningly mounted against those sunny bricks) is seldom needed, to service the thermostat.
SMART fishers use quiet, mini-trolling motors.
Return on investment? July+August.
AVERAGE "Store Bought" energy savings +75%.
BIG STEP, in the RIGHT DIRECTION, retired the cost and saved almost $1000, IN ONE YEAR.
As external, energy prices and cooling demand INCREASE, THINK of this reno as a "COOL COLA" provision, built into YR HOME, forever.
There are about 150 MILLION these (A+B) HOMES in North America.
Residential A/C demand, during the lenghtening "Cooling" season, routinely exceeds HALF of ALL CAPACITY.
By substituting PASSIVE energy, "HOMESPUN"
RIGHT MODE: (Hot/cool) MEDIUM: (air) PLACE: (Yr. home)
We, concurrently, INCREASE SUPPLY and, REDUCE GRID DEMAND,
Sending a wave of PROGRESSIVE SAVINGS back up-Grid.
A LAKESIDE SUNSET, WE can watch WITH the KIDS,
Where the "STACKS" are not SMOKEY, all day.
IF WE all did this TODAY, we would EXCEED
2012 KYOTO PROMISES, TOMORROW.
So what shall we do with all this Sunfall/Earthgift cash?
Well, that too, but let's save more, soon.
LET'S CLOSE "ALL COAL Fired Generation", across the Dominion,
July 1st, 2008, ('09, LATEST)
Il sera une Bonne Fete du Canada, n'est pas?
WHAT'S NEXT?
With all that FREE HEAT in the attic, early Spring to late Fall,
Suppose we use it: to heat our water, dry our clothes, stay toasty?
"Simple strategies, sometimes succeed" Occam.
QUIT blaming the SUNBEAMS,
WE STOP BURNING, or
Those Grand Kids will ALL be TOAST.
Friday, October 5, 2007
"Bad Blood, False Alarms and Lawless Limbo, War's Still A-Go-Go!"
The recent judicial decision of "No Fault," among the Managers, Senior, who decided "What the hey, it may be tainted, but let's get this invenTory moving," in the matter of the thousands of Canadians whose transfusions included HEP.C/ HIV, will come as no surprise to our Air India families.
Or to Health Care professionals, Worldwide, who deal with the reality of the "Goddamn Pusher Man" and "The System" daily.
Ah, for those (g)olden days, when the "Gipper" solved America's great moral dilemmas, between naps, by artfully acting.
Ignoring them in public, except to muse, offhandedly, on "Life Style Choices" in a carefully crafted, mellifluous, Marlboro, drawl, "Aw shucks Hon, I forgot to duck," with just a hint of the "Nashville Trace" to cheer the Base, and remind the uppity.
Like a Noose, in a tree.
When the SECDEF opines "'Well, in a democracy, stuff happens," the looters liberate lavishly, it's a known known, not an unknown known, don'tcha know.
"My Granma and Yr. Granma, Iko, Iko, I Know?"
Hey now, NOLA?
But it's hard to "Hang Ten" on the swell trickle down sets from the supply side.(How's that Mortgage comin' along, Folks?)
Lucky for us Canadians, we have a "New Tory Team," still minor(ity), but with a singular strategem, in Sex, and Drugs and War.
"Snappy Wet Towels and Wedgies," Chapter Three from "The Longhorned Playbook," purloined by a puckish panderer, whilst sniffing around locker rooms, until he found the cheerleader, a simple, "Gud Ol' Boy-in-Full" (Phillips-Eli-Haavaard), who could be taught to strum the gut-bucket Base.
Ronnie's Receipe Redux!
Note to Translators: "The Base" is:
Descriptive of Sextarian halfwits anywhere, who can be in/ se/ pro/duced, to do anything.
In American (English?) it's the GOP/RNC/KKK/NRA and the
"Our God 'S' Mites U First Church of the Golden Go Getters."
(Tm., tax ex.)
"Redemption for....Yr. Air Miles! Credit Available! Operators standing by 24/7, Hear Glen Beck Speak! Do it Now, On Yr. Knees."
All subliminally spoken, at a speed positively McLuhan/Manchurian, as, one might imagine, Ms. Ayn L. Colder, helpless on organic mescalito and Ripple, at a campfire sing-a-long, "Easy Ayny, that ain't no marshmallow."
About the Congregation, "Some herd, what the flock?"
Sad, Silly, Senile, Cialis Junkies, Fearful, Igno-Rant/Minious, Old, White, Black, Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo and Violent (G.O.P.)
Men, with 'chancy/fancy' pants, and their small mean minds,
Whose (long suffering) Women, still stand by their ???, with averted, downcast eyes, sighing, just another clue to "Family Values", Folks,
Who have plenty, for the "HeartBreak of E.D." and "Games at the Club," but not much for children's health or education, but "Every Sperm is Sacred,"
And when a "Sainted Seed" is in situ, "Well all you 'Sweet Little Gals,' don't chew be in no doubt as to WHO's runnin' 'iss hair Plantation",
Elsewhere, "al-Qaeda", is de fault.
"Base Maintainence" was the meme of the celebraTory performance, near confluence of "Muddy Waters" yesterday, by the "Three (s)Tory Tellers," part of their "Good News! Guess what? the Cheque's in the Mail" tour.
Stevie sang Base, Tony sang Terror, and Stock, well he did his best, then scooted off, on his little wet-jet, to check out those suspicious burkas/hijabs at the Forks.
See Sis, in a secret memo, ("These Eyes" only), had tipped, our chip (off the old chert) off, to the fact that some scarves from the Middle East are muslin...... OMG! The Smoking Hooka! Loose the hounds,
Shsssh, For God's sake, don't bandy this about, (loose lips etc).
See, Once upon a time, there were Laws that we made together, especially Laws about who makes, enforces, and interprets Laws and the First Law was that Law applied "Equally, To Everyone, All the Time."
We Decided That, All Together Then,
Today, now, all Law is a passing whim, a notion, that may occur to Bad Ass Baas Bush or his minions, who Love the New "Take" on ad hoc, pro bono.
See Folks, in case you missed it, there's only one "Decider," East or West of the Pecos.
Our Stevie's "Little Beaver" to Dub the Dude's avatar, (Swagger Gee's a Connecticut Beanie Boy, fer Chrissakes), the G.New, "Red Ryder."
BB's for brains, and the "!@#%&*x/ Bumpus Hounds!" ...on the loose!
Under Current U.S Law, The Yellow Rose, or his designate, can do anything, to anyone, anywhere, as much as he wants, as long as he wants, whenever he wants.
"Ex Post Facto, Anti-Impedimentarianism," (Leo and Milton would be proud), asserted by, parmi les autres, John (I am calling YOOoo, ou-ou-ou, ou-ou-ou) Yoo, a dimwitted "Shyster" of the First Magna, Dude.
American Psycho Taxi Drivers paddlin', way down the Chattahochie, and "Ya cain't get tuh Aintree" ... without dirty pants, Fun? Wow!
Among those millions of "Collaterals," one imagines, that some might have been quite nice, particularily the elderly, the infants, and the pre-induction YounG'uns?
Enaways, back to our "Branch" of the Alliance, up North.
Demonstrating, once again, his "Wonkiness" and encyclopedic grasp of Ethno-Botanicals, Steve stoutly, yet syruptitiously, snuck 'maryjane' right back into the "Narcotics Chapter" of the current P.D.R., again.
Nevermind, that EVERY Medical Journal, on Earth, states the converse, that Stevie, he's a sneaker.
It's "Le Dain" damn thing, over and over and over.
Abnorml, don'tcha think?
Sticking to the Spirit, shunning Devilish details, "Harpoon" (caucus nickname) left unsaid, just how the $64 MM's will be apportioned to salvage the afflicted.
For sure, it's safe to say that "Faith Based Tazszzeringzz," obviously, deserves more funding, it's proving so salubraTory to end-use-ments everywhere.
In other arresting news:
1/Those who follow our Afghani effort will be relieved that Gen. Rick has postponed his Tory leadership campaign, only TempORarilY, 'cause he really digs saluting Gen. Dan McNeill COM(ISAF), Cheney's personal enema-neccessary, in that troubled land.
Imagine how, The RT. Hon. Georges Vanier MC DSO Royal 22nd Regiment, might regard Cheney's (Chief Assistant to the Chicken Hawk Coward in Chief) Chicken Shit, descending on his/our valiant VanDoos, PPCLI, et al?
Oh well, half a league onwards.
2/The Hot sTory in Iqaluit: The new distribution center for A/C equipment has re-opened after repairs to the HVAC system were completed.
Evidently, the intakes are being occupied by small ill-eagle-like aliens, as nesting sites, strange cheery Cheechacos, untold in Inuit Lore.
"They're everywhere, they're everywhere, we'll be hard pressed to get rid of them" said an Tory spokesperson, " We may have to ah, mend the fly-laws."
Descriptions of the beasts, forwarded to the Canadian Wildlife Service, have not only gone unanswered, so has their phone service, which seems to have Stahlled.
Meanwhile, an native child, surfing the net, said "Hey Mom, it looks kinda like a robin, to me."
3/"I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland and dance a Honky Tonk, Old Blackwater keep(s) on rollin'.....all night long."
4/Canuck Exchequer Jim's new B.of C Chef, cautioned dilaTory remitters that, like death, taxes are mandiTory.
Well, it's in us to give, I guess?
Riddle me this, if Mahatma (coat, homespun) Gandi-ji could undo the British Raj with a handfull of salt, would a moose lick Lott's wife?
Nap Time.
Or to Health Care professionals, Worldwide, who deal with the reality of the "Goddamn Pusher Man" and "The System" daily.
Ah, for those (g)olden days, when the "Gipper" solved America's great moral dilemmas, between naps, by artfully acting.
Ignoring them in public, except to muse, offhandedly, on "Life Style Choices" in a carefully crafted, mellifluous, Marlboro, drawl, "Aw shucks Hon, I forgot to duck," with just a hint of the "Nashville Trace" to cheer the Base, and remind the uppity.
Like a Noose, in a tree.
When the SECDEF opines "'Well, in a democracy, stuff happens," the looters liberate lavishly, it's a known known, not an unknown known, don'tcha know.
"My Granma and Yr. Granma, Iko, Iko, I Know?"
Hey now, NOLA?
But it's hard to "Hang Ten" on the swell trickle down sets from the supply side.(How's that Mortgage comin' along, Folks?)
Lucky for us Canadians, we have a "New Tory Team," still minor(ity), but with a singular strategem, in Sex, and Drugs and War.
"Snappy Wet Towels and Wedgies," Chapter Three from "The Longhorned Playbook," purloined by a puckish panderer, whilst sniffing around locker rooms, until he found the cheerleader, a simple, "Gud Ol' Boy-in-Full" (Phillips-Eli-Haavaard), who could be taught to strum the gut-bucket Base.
Ronnie's Receipe Redux!
Note to Translators: "The Base" is:
Descriptive of Sextarian halfwits anywhere, who can be in/ se/ pro/duced, to do anything.
In American (English?) it's the GOP/RNC/KKK/NRA and the
"Our God 'S' Mites U First Church of the Golden Go Getters."
(Tm., tax ex.)
"Redemption for....Yr. Air Miles! Credit Available! Operators standing by 24/7, Hear Glen Beck Speak! Do it Now, On Yr. Knees."
All subliminally spoken, at a speed positively McLuhan/Manchurian, as, one might imagine, Ms. Ayn L. Colder, helpless on organic mescalito and Ripple, at a campfire sing-a-long, "Easy Ayny, that ain't no marshmallow."
About the Congregation, "Some herd, what the flock?"
Sad, Silly, Senile, Cialis Junkies, Fearful, Igno-Rant/Minious, Old, White, Black, Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo and Violent (G.O.P.)
Men, with 'chancy/fancy' pants, and their small mean minds,
Whose (long suffering) Women, still stand by their ???, with averted, downcast eyes, sighing, just another clue to "Family Values", Folks,
Who have plenty, for the "HeartBreak of E.D." and "Games at the Club," but not much for children's health or education, but "Every Sperm is Sacred,"
And when a "Sainted Seed" is in situ, "Well all you 'Sweet Little Gals,' don't chew be in no doubt as to WHO's runnin' 'iss hair Plantation",
Elsewhere, "al-Qaeda", is de fault.
"Base Maintainence" was the meme of the celebraTory performance, near confluence of "Muddy Waters" yesterday, by the "Three (s)Tory Tellers," part of their "Good News! Guess what? the Cheque's in the Mail" tour.
Stevie sang Base, Tony sang Terror, and Stock, well he did his best, then scooted off, on his little wet-jet, to check out those suspicious burkas/hijabs at the Forks.
See Sis, in a secret memo, ("These Eyes" only), had tipped, our chip (off the old chert) off, to the fact that some scarves from the Middle East are muslin...... OMG! The Smoking Hooka! Loose the hounds,
Shsssh, For God's sake, don't bandy this about, (loose lips etc).
See, Once upon a time, there were Laws that we made together, especially Laws about who makes, enforces, and interprets Laws and the First Law was that Law applied "Equally, To Everyone, All the Time."
We Decided That, All Together Then,
Today, now, all Law is a passing whim, a notion, that may occur to Bad Ass Baas Bush or his minions, who Love the New "Take" on ad hoc, pro bono.
See Folks, in case you missed it, there's only one "Decider," East or West of the Pecos.
Our Stevie's "Little Beaver" to Dub the Dude's avatar, (Swagger Gee's a Connecticut Beanie Boy, fer Chrissakes), the G.New, "Red Ryder."
BB's for brains, and the "!@#%&*x/ Bumpus Hounds!" ...on the loose!
Under Current U.S Law, The Yellow Rose, or his designate, can do anything, to anyone, anywhere, as much as he wants, as long as he wants, whenever he wants.
"Ex Post Facto, Anti-Impedimentarianism," (Leo and Milton would be proud), asserted by, parmi les autres, John (I am calling YOOoo, ou-ou-ou, ou-ou-ou) Yoo, a dimwitted "Shyster" of the First Magna, Dude.
American Psycho Taxi Drivers paddlin', way down the Chattahochie, and "Ya cain't get tuh Aintree" ... without dirty pants, Fun? Wow!
Among those millions of "Collaterals," one imagines, that some might have been quite nice, particularily the elderly, the infants, and the pre-induction YounG'uns?
Enaways, back to our "Branch" of the Alliance, up North.
Demonstrating, once again, his "Wonkiness" and encyclopedic grasp of Ethno-Botanicals, Steve stoutly, yet syruptitiously, snuck 'maryjane' right back into the "Narcotics Chapter" of the current P.D.R., again.
Nevermind, that EVERY Medical Journal, on Earth, states the converse, that Stevie, he's a sneaker.
It's "Le Dain" damn thing, over and over and over.
Abnorml, don'tcha think?
Sticking to the Spirit, shunning Devilish details, "Harpoon" (caucus nickname) left unsaid, just how the $64 MM's will be apportioned to salvage the afflicted.
For sure, it's safe to say that "Faith Based Tazszzeringzz," obviously, deserves more funding, it's proving so salubraTory to end-use-ments everywhere.
In other arresting news:
1/Those who follow our Afghani effort will be relieved that Gen. Rick has postponed his Tory leadership campaign, only TempORarilY, 'cause he really digs saluting Gen. Dan McNeill COM(ISAF), Cheney's personal enema-neccessary, in that troubled land.
Imagine how, The RT. Hon. Georges Vanier MC DSO Royal 22nd Regiment, might regard Cheney's (Chief Assistant to the Chicken Hawk Coward in Chief) Chicken Shit, descending on his/our valiant VanDoos, PPCLI, et al?
Oh well, half a league onwards.
2/The Hot sTory in Iqaluit: The new distribution center for A/C equipment has re-opened after repairs to the HVAC system were completed.
Evidently, the intakes are being occupied by small ill-eagle-like aliens, as nesting sites, strange cheery Cheechacos, untold in Inuit Lore.
"They're everywhere, they're everywhere, we'll be hard pressed to get rid of them" said an Tory spokesperson, " We may have to ah, mend the fly-laws."
Descriptions of the beasts, forwarded to the Canadian Wildlife Service, have not only gone unanswered, so has their phone service, which seems to have Stahlled.
Meanwhile, an native child, surfing the net, said "Hey Mom, it looks kinda like a robin, to me."
3/"I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland and dance a Honky Tonk, Old Blackwater keep(s) on rollin'.....all night long."
4/Canuck Exchequer Jim's new B.of C Chef, cautioned dilaTory remitters that, like death, taxes are mandiTory.
Well, it's in us to give, I guess?
Riddle me this, if Mahatma (coat, homespun) Gandi-ji could undo the British Raj with a handfull of salt, would a moose lick Lott's wife?
Nap Time.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
"Alert's in the Arctic, Dew U Hear it?"
We haven't the slightest wish to alarm anyone, but does anyone else recall some recent little things, about the weather, everywhere?
The Droughts, Fires, Floods, Mudslides, Earthquakes,Tsunamis, Hurricanes, Avalanches, Tornados, Cyclones, Coral Bleaching, Oceanic Heating, Drift Nets, Mid-Pacific Gyre Knee Deep in Plastic, No Fish, Frogs, Toads, Newts(1), Birds, Butterflys, Worms, Fun, Spring, Hotter Summers, Long Later Autumns, Weeny Winters, Wide spread Extinctions and the Great Melting?
Well Folks, we've put so much Smoke into the Biosphere that it's a little perturbed.
Why, 'cause we got will, as is our wont.
"Mission Accomplished" in the battle to show who's Baas.
As to what/who is "Prevailing," lick Yr. (anything) and hold it up.
Actually, we're now tied, with archeobacteria (early oxy dealers), for making Archimedes longest lever, so far.
Evidentially, our new Quest is for the Shortest (Lifetime) in the Major Leagues?
The difficulty, here, is that we're also (Rats!), the fulcrum, and we're standing on the majority of all Life on Earth.
That Melting goes on 24/7 today, in October, SW Melville! ( Above 70N!) varies directly as we love to Smoke.
Not indoors, of course, but you might find it increasingly blustery outside.
Let's Kick?
Energy (Kyoto) is easily done at Home, we shall be delighted to tell you why and, if you so desire, show you How, on the House as 'twer.
Otherwise, changes in attitude about climactic latitudes will avail us naught.
Pass me that shaker of salt, SVP, Jimmy.
Hear the dri_, dri_, dri_, dri_, dri_?
The "p" is silent, as in swimming.
Dew drop a line, from time to time.
Happy paddling.
The Droughts, Fires, Floods, Mudslides, Earthquakes,Tsunamis, Hurricanes, Avalanches, Tornados, Cyclones, Coral Bleaching, Oceanic Heating, Drift Nets, Mid-Pacific Gyre Knee Deep in Plastic, No Fish, Frogs, Toads, Newts(1), Birds, Butterflys, Worms, Fun, Spring, Hotter Summers, Long Later Autumns, Weeny Winters, Wide spread Extinctions and the Great Melting?
Well Folks, we've put so much Smoke into the Biosphere that it's a little perturbed.
Why, 'cause we got will, as is our wont.
"Mission Accomplished" in the battle to show who's Baas.
As to what/who is "Prevailing," lick Yr. (anything) and hold it up.
Actually, we're now tied, with archeobacteria (early oxy dealers), for making Archimedes longest lever, so far.
Evidentially, our new Quest is for the Shortest (Lifetime) in the Major Leagues?
The difficulty, here, is that we're also (Rats!), the fulcrum, and we're standing on the majority of all Life on Earth.
That Melting goes on 24/7 today, in October, SW Melville! ( Above 70N!) varies directly as we love to Smoke.
Not indoors, of course, but you might find it increasingly blustery outside.
Let's Kick?
Energy (Kyoto) is easily done at Home, we shall be delighted to tell you why and, if you so desire, show you How, on the House as 'twer.
Otherwise, changes in attitude about climactic latitudes will avail us naught.
Pass me that shaker of salt, SVP, Jimmy.
Hear the dri_, dri_, dri_, dri_, dri_?
The "p" is silent, as in swimming.
Dew drop a line, from time to time.
Happy paddling.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
"Oh that "Tush," He's such a "Taser"
Other than Hillarious attempts at playground slander there is so much else to admire on the Egregiously Ignomous Bigot's flagwave.
The fauning, obsequious little "dittos" and the Merchandising!
Lush lets anyone buy stuff 24/7, but to get the "High Test Oxy" (info) ya gotta pay the price, join the grope.
Starring Himself,in many (dis)guises, all of which, evidently, greatly appeals to those diminishing remnants of Rove's rubes, who unhand their serpents,(just {long} enough), to sticky up that radio dial daily.
A particular crowd pleaser is hiss cloyingly, cute repetitive coda, "You musth remember thiss, a lissp is just a diss."
"Hot Dang Enid, I swear when he talks thuh baby-talk ah'm like to widdle ma britches.
Did thuh 'ammo miles' from Chuck at ther NRA, come in yet?
No Sugar, yer a tad young to rassle the rat'lers, but iffen Yr. a good little gal, y'all are gonna play with the Woodcock, later."
Would you talk like that to Yr. best hunting bitch? (QED)
In the carny of conceit that comprises the prancing pissant pundits all the mirrors were one way, until anyone (even old sailors!) could tap into the Mojo Wire, and anyone else could listen.
Lush Bimbo, Ayn(L.)Colder, Shun Honesty and Bogside Billy et al use exactly the same M.O. and (yet) they thrive+survive in a climate of constant TV forensic fables, ees a puzzlement, eh Anna?
See(S.I.), all these shows celebrate opportunity, weapons and motives.
It's simple, "Like the periodic table, my dear Watson."
And there's no jizz like show bizz for these eager egoists.
Conflict sells soap, so high voltage teasers with tasers are in great demand, that's the oppo.
As to weapons, how can we count the ways?
Impervious to the delicate shafts of wit that characterize civil, adult discussion and argument, they showcase the sandbox, celebrate the stereotype, do the hokey-pokey, slander all and sundry, turn it all about, ridicule responsibility and generally hurl their fricative, fictitious feces all around the Mayberry, Bush.
Scent marking for sanctimonious syncophants.
Intellectually undescended, (like testicles, unlike monkeys) their game depends, (like a full diaper) on suspended disbelief and the fact that their listeners are all co-celebrants in the Church of Me First.
These sad simpltons are as unlikely to suss out syllogistic spam as they are to rectify their own undistributed middles.
Three wild guesses at the motive, anyone?
Peut-etre, Beaucoup d'Argent? D'accord.
The Petreaus caption was neither witty nor germane and prima facie infra dig. but happily for the hate mongers, it lowered (as improbable as that seems) the ongoing debate,( War!, More War? or Somewhat Less War?) right back to the G.O.P. (briar) patch.
("Peace" of course, never, never, occurs to anyone, except in a collateral way, like when they're kilt.)
The Gory Odious Pubic "Patch" ain't Br'er Rabbit's happy habitat.
It's B.F.S.'s Box, stale+reeking with lumpy Limbo litter (Watch out Tony, it's dark and sticky in there).
Let's all move on and leave them in it.
"The woods are dark and deep, and we have miles to
Update: 3 Oct. 07
Today, in a scintillating retort to those nitpicking blogwits who had the temerity to wonder if a redacted transcript was more useful evidence than say EYES+EARS! Shush (Yo mouf) Lumbago allowed the whole story was a mere tech glitch between+among Snerdly, Himself, reaching backwards whilst multi-tasking on air and... wait for it, THE PRINTER.
Well Gush, we've all been there.
Rosemary Woods would be proud.
What Dots?
Ctrl>Alt>Delete/ LoBatt/ ZZZZZZZ
Update: 7 Oct. 07
Tush's latest salvo: Decorated, wounded, BushWar veterans who prefer Peace to War are treasonous, suicide bombers who have been "Manchurianed" by Hillary et al.
Tune in tomorrow (")'s, as he sets the bar even lower.
With Lush Limbo to guide you, who knows how low you can go?
The fauning, obsequious little "dittos" and the Merchandising!
Lush lets anyone buy stuff 24/7, but to get the "High Test Oxy" (info) ya gotta pay the price, join the grope.
Starring Himself,in many (dis)guises, all of which, evidently, greatly appeals to those diminishing remnants of Rove's rubes, who unhand their serpents,(just {long} enough), to sticky up that radio dial daily.
A particular crowd pleaser is hiss cloyingly, cute repetitive coda, "You musth remember thiss, a lissp is just a diss."
"Hot Dang Enid, I swear when he talks thuh baby-talk ah'm like to widdle ma britches.
Did thuh 'ammo miles' from Chuck at ther NRA, come in yet?
No Sugar, yer a tad young to rassle the rat'lers, but iffen Yr. a good little gal, y'all are gonna play with the Woodcock, later."
Would you talk like that to Yr. best hunting bitch? (QED)
In the carny of conceit that comprises the prancing pissant pundits all the mirrors were one way, until anyone (even old sailors!) could tap into the Mojo Wire, and anyone else could listen.
Lush Bimbo, Ayn(L.)Colder, Shun Honesty and Bogside Billy et al use exactly the same M.O. and (yet) they thrive+survive in a climate of constant TV forensic fables, ees a puzzlement, eh Anna?
See(S.I.), all these shows celebrate opportunity, weapons and motives.
It's simple, "Like the periodic table, my dear Watson."
And there's no jizz like show bizz for these eager egoists.
Conflict sells soap, so high voltage teasers with tasers are in great demand, that's the oppo.
As to weapons, how can we count the ways?
Impervious to the delicate shafts of wit that characterize civil, adult discussion and argument, they showcase the sandbox, celebrate the stereotype, do the hokey-pokey, slander all and sundry, turn it all about, ridicule responsibility and generally hurl their fricative, fictitious feces all around the Mayberry, Bush.
Scent marking for sanctimonious syncophants.
Intellectually undescended, (like testicles, unlike monkeys) their game depends, (like a full diaper) on suspended disbelief and the fact that their listeners are all co-celebrants in the Church of Me First.
These sad simpltons are as unlikely to suss out syllogistic spam as they are to rectify their own undistributed middles.
Three wild guesses at the motive, anyone?
Peut-etre, Beaucoup d'Argent? D'accord.
The Petreaus caption was neither witty nor germane and prima facie infra dig. but happily for the hate mongers, it lowered (as improbable as that seems) the ongoing debate,( War!, More War? or Somewhat Less War?) right back to the G.O.P. (briar) patch.
("Peace" of course, never, never, occurs to anyone, except in a collateral way, like when they're kilt.)
The Gory Odious Pubic "Patch" ain't Br'er Rabbit's happy habitat.
It's B.F.S.'s Box, stale+reeking with lumpy Limbo litter (Watch out Tony, it's dark and sticky in there).
Let's all move on and leave them in it.
"The woods are dark and deep, and we have miles to
Update: 3 Oct. 07
Today, in a scintillating retort to those nitpicking blogwits who had the temerity to wonder if a redacted transcript was more useful evidence than say EYES+EARS! Shush (Yo mouf) Lumbago allowed the whole story was a mere tech glitch between+among Snerdly, Himself, reaching backwards whilst multi-tasking on air and... wait for it, THE PRINTER.
Well Gush, we've all been there.
Rosemary Woods would be proud.
What Dots?
Ctrl>Alt>Delete/ LoBatt/ ZZZZZZZ
Update: 7 Oct. 07
Tush's latest salvo: Decorated, wounded, BushWar veterans who prefer Peace to War are treasonous, suicide bombers who have been "Manchurianed" by Hillary et al.
Tune in tomorrow (")'s, as he sets the bar even lower.
With Lush Limbo to guide you, who knows how low you can go?
Saturday, September 29, 2007
"Reefer Madness abounds, Clementcy always wrong," says Tony.
We were mulling over the terrible inconvenience of weeds today when a news bullet, on the wireless, richochetted mighty close to heart(h) of many a Canuck, so to speak.
CBC reports that Tony "Ball Peen" Clement, in order to keep us all healthier, has decided that more stringent penalties should accrue to those Canucks who find some herb efficacious, from time to time.
How long, do you suppose, shall we all Kowtow to these anal compulsive neo-nitwits and their denials of everything, all of us?
How 'bout less distain and more "Le Dain?" Let's Kyoto instead.
When?
Yr. guess is as good as any, maybe we should do something, one of these fine days.
Duya think?
"Tell me quando, quando, quando?"
Today, works fine for us.
Eight (8) Billion tax dollars per annum fund the narcs, the courts, the prisons, you know, the "Game," here in Canada Oh, and the DEA wants in on the action.
Why? Well a Regent Falwell Scolar (who can read), and now, at nineteen(and a half), is Senior Policy Advisor and W.H. Liason to the current dimwit running 'Just Say No,' tripped+fell over an old High Times whilst evading (the usual) leacherous advances.
Somethimg about "Super Natural B.C Bud," she discovered that oddly, softwood and worms were hardly mentioned.
She summoned her (roving) supervisor Guy and the rest is, ah, the usual, except suddenly her mousey coif was replete with ringolettes and quality time with the family became irresistable.
The Pushers?
If cannabis canadiensis were not punitively prohibited, they would melt away like Larson B and the mayhem+machine guns would go with them, Oz's would immediately deflate to circa 1960 levels, maybe ten bucks, and there would be a lot more dancing in the Moonlight.
What's wrong with that?
We could all use tote-bags and lots and lots of other 'hemp' stuff that may, in a pinch, unlike the plastic choking the biosphere, be smoked.
What's wrong with that?
Tony and his cohort are looking to mimic the great success of Bushworld, where since the Coup d'etat, 869,000 ex-kids are now doing hard time because, it is alledged that, they may have had a joint in their jeans.
Some argue that that's not Norml.
As Steveland Morris reported "Come on! Get in that cell nigger."
More jails, yeah, that's the ticket.
Any Canuck Elder, has long (personal) knowledge, of cops, lawyers, judges, politicos, doctors, friends+neighbours, smart, reasonable cookies all, who flash a spliff to relax, unwind, smell the roses, ease the pain+nausea of chronic and palliative strains.
What's wrong with that?
The only 'truth' in "R.M." is its usefulness to pandering pols like Phoney C.
We're weary of this long litany of lies, if you want to bust us Tony, send the choppers.
Let's be blunt (not cheesy) about this.
Pass me the rocket launcher children, we'll call it democracy.
Meanwhile, the Arctic is still melting, faster.
You go, T.C., You know where we all live.
CBC reports that Tony "Ball Peen" Clement, in order to keep us all healthier, has decided that more stringent penalties should accrue to those Canucks who find some herb efficacious, from time to time.
How long, do you suppose, shall we all Kowtow to these anal compulsive neo-nitwits and their denials of everything, all of us?
How 'bout less distain and more "Le Dain?" Let's Kyoto instead.
When?
Yr. guess is as good as any, maybe we should do something, one of these fine days.
Duya think?
"Tell me quando, quando, quando?"
Today, works fine for us.
Eight (8) Billion tax dollars per annum fund the narcs, the courts, the prisons, you know, the "Game," here in Canada Oh, and the DEA wants in on the action.
Why? Well a Regent Falwell Scolar (who can read), and now, at nineteen(and a half), is Senior Policy Advisor and W.H. Liason to the current dimwit running 'Just Say No,' tripped+fell over an old High Times whilst evading (the usual) leacherous advances.
Somethimg about "Super Natural B.C Bud," she discovered that oddly, softwood and worms were hardly mentioned.
She summoned her (roving) supervisor Guy and the rest is, ah, the usual, except suddenly her mousey coif was replete with ringolettes and quality time with the family became irresistable.
The Pushers?
If cannabis canadiensis were not punitively prohibited, they would melt away like Larson B and the mayhem+machine guns would go with them, Oz's would immediately deflate to circa 1960 levels, maybe ten bucks, and there would be a lot more dancing in the Moonlight.
What's wrong with that?
We could all use tote-bags and lots and lots of other 'hemp' stuff that may, in a pinch, unlike the plastic choking the biosphere, be smoked.
What's wrong with that?
Tony and his cohort are looking to mimic the great success of Bushworld, where since the Coup d'etat, 869,000 ex-kids are now doing hard time because, it is alledged that, they may have had a joint in their jeans.
Some argue that that's not Norml.
As Steveland Morris reported "Come on! Get in that cell nigger."
More jails, yeah, that's the ticket.
Any Canuck Elder, has long (personal) knowledge, of cops, lawyers, judges, politicos, doctors, friends+neighbours, smart, reasonable cookies all, who flash a spliff to relax, unwind, smell the roses, ease the pain+nausea of chronic and palliative strains.
What's wrong with that?
The only 'truth' in "R.M." is its usefulness to pandering pols like Phoney C.
We're weary of this long litany of lies, if you want to bust us Tony, send the choppers.
Let's be blunt (not cheesy) about this.
Pass me the rocket launcher children, we'll call it democracy.
Meanwhile, the Arctic is still melting, faster.
You go, T.C., You know where we all live.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
"This Girl's Not From Ipemema"
Some of us oldsters who were then and are still alert enough, to pay any attention to anything, may recall some of the 'folk' songs we sang in the sweet grass days of yore.
We used to sing with each other, for fun.
Imagine that.
Sometimes a song can be so elegant and emotive, at the crossroads of ancient rhythms and the news of the day and how we feel and well, if that ain't the Blues, byes and gals, you can call me RayJay.
The first drum is the heart.
We are the rhythm.
The melody and harmony require strong concensus and lyric expression, and when we are all in accord, we sing Anthems.
Here's an example from the current U.S. Enemy Aliens List,
"Guantanamara, Guajita Guantanamara..."
This song is to Cubanos as "America the Beautiful" was prior to the coming of the neo- pissants.
Just how useful is all this slandering the cultural totems of others, about which we know nothing, other than fear-mongering?
Where does Hoyle say that American Interests are always trump?
Bush, Cheney and Rice = Greasy, Gassy and Oily.
That's what needs remembering.
Everything they say is "Boogie Woogie," nothin' to do with Rock+Roll.
So WTF are Yanks doing, squatting in Guantanamo Bay?
Say one word about the Maine and we'll stick it up Yr. Alamo.
How and when did the USN become washroom attendants for the Pubic's ghoulish fetish with torture?
Andele Raoul! Batter up Fidel! Listen to the vox populi, void the "Lease," tell G2 and his mini-Mengles to vamoose+go home.
Invite some Iraqis to watch.
Por favor mi amigos, how 'bout an election while Yr. at it, its been fifty years?
Who, except the Pubics, wouldn't adopt this plan in a 9/11 minute?
If Bush/Cheney want to "free" Cuba, they can make a raft like everyone else and "Bring it on," we'll give 'em the paddles.
Cuba's South from Key West, FYI Walker.
Suppose every other Nation said to Uncle Spam, we'll trade with you fairly, not freely, nothing's free you neo-nitwits (they yip about this all the time).
Clean-up Yr. own campsite.
Bus Yr. own tables.
Straighten up+fly right.
Keep Yr. nose out of other people's.......everything.
You weren't invited, and all the fish have gone (bad).
Stay home.
Get a grip.
The Biosphere, with which we've tinkered for a couple of centuries, seems a tetch perturbed, you don't suppose its our fart, do you?
The rising Sea will remediate Guantanamo Bay before an American handshake has any par value around the world again, if ever.
Brava Condi.
Whatever ever happened to "Upper down" votes?
Where did "Consent of the Governed" disaperato?
Veteran Warriors who have, actually, been in a war, soon grasp that Ceasefire, Truce, Armistice, Negotiation, Concessions, Accord, and above all Peace are, unlike the profanity of lies+damn lies from all these pissant little neos, deeply Sacred to everyone.
Fearless or the Field, "With me or ag'in' me," the Tiger or the Lady. So, ah, who do ya like here?
Faites vos jeux, mes amis.
Oh, by the way, the minimum bet at this table is the lives of all of the Grand Children (and any subsequent stragglers) and a large portion of extant flora and most fauna.
We have Yr. imprint, invoices will be forwarded.
"Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde cresen la pina."
As they say at the Opryland, "Time's a wastin' Walker."
We used to sing with each other, for fun.
Imagine that.
Sometimes a song can be so elegant and emotive, at the crossroads of ancient rhythms and the news of the day and how we feel and well, if that ain't the Blues, byes and gals, you can call me RayJay.
The first drum is the heart.
We are the rhythm.
The melody and harmony require strong concensus and lyric expression, and when we are all in accord, we sing Anthems.
Here's an example from the current U.S. Enemy Aliens List,
"Guantanamara, Guajita Guantanamara..."
This song is to Cubanos as "America the Beautiful" was prior to the coming of the neo- pissants.
Just how useful is all this slandering the cultural totems of others, about which we know nothing, other than fear-mongering?
Where does Hoyle say that American Interests are always trump?
Bush, Cheney and Rice = Greasy, Gassy and Oily.
That's what needs remembering.
Everything they say is "Boogie Woogie," nothin' to do with Rock+Roll.
So WTF are Yanks doing, squatting in Guantanamo Bay?
Say one word about the Maine and we'll stick it up Yr. Alamo.
How and when did the USN become washroom attendants for the Pubic's ghoulish fetish with torture?
Andele Raoul! Batter up Fidel! Listen to the vox populi, void the "Lease," tell G2 and his mini-Mengles to vamoose+go home.
Invite some Iraqis to watch.
Por favor mi amigos, how 'bout an election while Yr. at it, its been fifty years?
Who, except the Pubics, wouldn't adopt this plan in a 9/11 minute?
If Bush/Cheney want to "free" Cuba, they can make a raft like everyone else and "Bring it on," we'll give 'em the paddles.
Cuba's South from Key West, FYI Walker.
Suppose every other Nation said to Uncle Spam, we'll trade with you fairly, not freely, nothing's free you neo-nitwits (they yip about this all the time).
Clean-up Yr. own campsite.
Bus Yr. own tables.
Straighten up+fly right.
Keep Yr. nose out of other people's.......everything.
You weren't invited, and all the fish have gone (bad).
Stay home.
Get a grip.
The Biosphere, with which we've tinkered for a couple of centuries, seems a tetch perturbed, you don't suppose its our fart, do you?
The rising Sea will remediate Guantanamo Bay before an American handshake has any par value around the world again, if ever.
Brava Condi.
Whatever ever happened to "Upper down" votes?
Where did "Consent of the Governed" disaperato?
Veteran Warriors who have, actually, been in a war, soon grasp that Ceasefire, Truce, Armistice, Negotiation, Concessions, Accord, and above all Peace are, unlike the profanity of lies+damn lies from all these pissant little neos, deeply Sacred to everyone.
Fearless or the Field, "With me or ag'in' me," the Tiger or the Lady. So, ah, who do ya like here?
Faites vos jeux, mes amis.
Oh, by the way, the minimum bet at this table is the lives of all of the Grand Children (and any subsequent stragglers) and a large portion of extant flora and most fauna.
We have Yr. imprint, invoices will be forwarded.
"Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde cresen la pina."
As they say at the Opryland, "Time's a wastin' Walker."
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
"O'Reilly really kicks it up a crotch"
Having recently discovered, heretofore unsuspected, hospitality skills and oddly appropriate demeaner amongst luncheonettes/ites in Harlem, Bogside Billy weighed in again today.
See, like Lush Bimbo, Shun Honestly and Ayn Colder, our Puckish Boyo is scavaging for market share way down amongst the vinegarish lees.
Those few, deeply unhappy souls, who unhand their 'serpents' long enough to tithe+subscribe to the curious notions of the Gory Odious Pubics.
(See folks, its a carnival, just like the Band told us, the trick is to put the hoop on the oil barrel.
For the Rubes down the side there's Tittilatin' T+A, And NHL, NFL, NAS CAR, WWF, DOE, DHS, DOD, UFO's And Ye Olde Guessing Booth.
"Why neighbour,if we don't know Everything (Neccessary) About You, in ten seconds, we'll just have tuh increase, Yr. Airmiles! Now walk this way."
New Contest: All submissions welcome.
Compare+contrast:
GOP,KKK, NRA, CIA, DEA, KGB, DOJ and GWB with either Attack Certified Pitbulls or the Sermon on the Mount.)
Enaways, secumming to the entreaties of his prime sponsers, Gold Bug Bullion Bulls, Bill has added a leacherous Leprecon, who suffers from leprosy, to his daily lineup.
"It's a twofer, adds a whimsical edge to my smooth Celtic charm and gives me a 'sidekick' whose zany slurs I can repeat with impugnity" adding "being shorter than me, I often hold my own, with him, and besides, he's mighty handy with a loofah for those hard to reach places."
Shamus O'Really, expressed delight with his new 'sin-u-cure' and was hopeful that when his six year probation, with the vulpine visionary, is completed, and the medicaid kicks in, he can apply for a new nose, as what's left of his truncated septum will certainly get a robust workout on the show.
On today's program, welcoming sponser Monsanto's breakthrough substitute "Milkish"(Tm) to the fold, Wee Liam is expected to shine a much needed, and critical light, on the dark art of breast feeding, 'so called,' babies.
Tune in to hear the "Will E. Chamoix Grope," as wags will surely dub the duo, do the "Washroom Rag" and croon the lilting lullaby "Sure-a-loo-adora," their haunting tribute to erstwhile senator Larry.
Keep Yr. hanky handy, Andy.
Moving-on and getting organized here, some blogwits wonder how long this Bullshit Blarney can bojangle on the narrow defile, between inciteful+jejeune, recently re-christened the Imus Isthmus.
How narrow? As the waist on a Grecian vas, only deferens.
Cut!
"Erin go braless!"
See, like Lush Bimbo, Shun Honestly and Ayn Colder, our Puckish Boyo is scavaging for market share way down amongst the vinegarish lees.
Those few, deeply unhappy souls, who unhand their 'serpents' long enough to tithe+subscribe to the curious notions of the Gory Odious Pubics.
(See folks, its a carnival, just like the Band told us, the trick is to put the hoop on the oil barrel.
For the Rubes down the side there's Tittilatin' T+A, And NHL, NFL, NAS CAR, WWF, DOE, DHS, DOD, UFO's And Ye Olde Guessing Booth.
"Why neighbour,if we don't know Everything (Neccessary) About You, in ten seconds, we'll just have tuh increase, Yr. Airmiles! Now walk this way."
New Contest: All submissions welcome.
Compare+contrast:
GOP,KKK, NRA, CIA, DEA, KGB, DOJ and GWB with either Attack Certified Pitbulls or the Sermon on the Mount.)
Enaways, secumming to the entreaties of his prime sponsers, Gold Bug Bullion Bulls, Bill has added a leacherous Leprecon, who suffers from leprosy, to his daily lineup.
"It's a twofer, adds a whimsical edge to my smooth Celtic charm and gives me a 'sidekick' whose zany slurs I can repeat with impugnity" adding "being shorter than me, I often hold my own, with him, and besides, he's mighty handy with a loofah for those hard to reach places."
Shamus O'Really, expressed delight with his new 'sin-u-cure' and was hopeful that when his six year probation, with the vulpine visionary, is completed, and the medicaid kicks in, he can apply for a new nose, as what's left of his truncated septum will certainly get a robust workout on the show.
On today's program, welcoming sponser Monsanto's breakthrough substitute "Milkish"(Tm) to the fold, Wee Liam is expected to shine a much needed, and critical light, on the dark art of breast feeding, 'so called,' babies.
Tune in to hear the "Will E. Chamoix Grope," as wags will surely dub the duo, do the "Washroom Rag" and croon the lilting lullaby "Sure-a-loo-adora," their haunting tribute to erstwhile senator Larry.
Keep Yr. hanky handy, Andy.
Moving-on and getting organized here, some blogwits wonder how long this Bullshit Blarney can bojangle on the narrow defile, between inciteful+jejeune, recently re-christened the Imus Isthmus.
How narrow? As the waist on a Grecian vas, only deferens.
Cut!
"Erin go braless!"
Canada's Harper "Shines" at U.N.
The times terrifying, the news ghastly,the prospects dim, so we paid close attention to our Leader's comments at the U.N. this week.
The National Post and other 'neo-kits' say that "Harper shines at U.N."
Similar to the meso-american neo-cons, neo-kits are 1/10th the size and have proportionate brains the size of BB's.
Like their distant Austral island cousins they are righteously vicious little buggers.
They are often confused with the sleek moist kit (custard canadiensis), or petite beaver of which many Canucks approve.
One hears "Boy, I could sure do with a little beaver" from time to time and some go as far as caressing them like, ah, young felines.
Now back to Steve's shining which immediately invokes musical memories:
1/ The old Johnny Mercer standard "Pardon me Roy, is that the cat that chewed Yr. new shoes."
At last, a photo op without the shooting vest or the exterminator's jacket
2/ Tchaikovsky, #6 in B minor, Pathetique
Speaking to the sort of fallacies with which our leader loves to lard his sad little notions.
Meanwhile the Baird is our Steward, we shall not melt. Natch.
A Curious Reader from the Arctic writes:
Every night now, I put my upper plate under my pillow and in the morning there is no dough!
What's up with that, did the Tooth Fairy retire to Costa Lotta?
Alas the TF has, indeed, flossed off to the tropics with some Dark Roast Coffee Beans who aver that they can be made instantly but prefer that old regular grind.
"Shut up+eat Yr. snowshoes."
The National Post and other 'neo-kits' say that "Harper shines at U.N."
Similar to the meso-american neo-cons, neo-kits are 1/10th the size and have proportionate brains the size of BB's.
Like their distant Austral island cousins they are righteously vicious little buggers.
They are often confused with the sleek moist kit (custard canadiensis), or petite beaver of which many Canucks approve.
One hears "Boy, I could sure do with a little beaver" from time to time and some go as far as caressing them like, ah, young felines.
Now back to Steve's shining which immediately invokes musical memories:
1/ The old Johnny Mercer standard "Pardon me Roy, is that the cat that chewed Yr. new shoes."
At last, a photo op without the shooting vest or the exterminator's jacket
2/ Tchaikovsky, #6 in B minor, Pathetique
Speaking to the sort of fallacies with which our leader loves to lard his sad little notions.
Meanwhile the Baird is our Steward, we shall not melt. Natch.
A Curious Reader from the Arctic writes:
Every night now, I put my upper plate under my pillow and in the morning there is no dough!
What's up with that, did the Tooth Fairy retire to Costa Lotta?
Alas the TF has, indeed, flossed off to the tropics with some Dark Roast Coffee Beans who aver that they can be made instantly but prefer that old regular grind.
"Shut up+eat Yr. snowshoes."
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
"Canoe Tips" for Jr. Levellers
That beauty dragonfly, on the surface ahead, looped too low and is caught by surface tension.
Carefully, slide Yr. paddle below and very gently lift + place on gunnel.
Tell her Yr. story, perferably in song, and if she likes you you may find, on the next portage, that 'skits won't bug you.
Carefully, slide Yr. paddle below and very gently lift + place on gunnel.
Tell her Yr. story, perferably in song, and if she likes you you may find, on the next portage, that 'skits won't bug you.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
"The Memory Lane Old Thyme Gospel Hour"
The Kirk of the Spice of Life for Faithful Followers.
Processional:
"Oh Sinner man,where you goin' to run to?"
Homily:
"What Ye doest unto the least of them"
Psalm:
There is a (bomb) in Gilead, and it's high time we all, quit it.
Sermon:
Hebrews 5:7, considering all things and current circumstance, " Jesus wept."
Recessional:
"Battle Hymn of the Republicans"
Pax vobiscum.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch,
"Cheney hunting quail,
Iran, you ran, we ran ran,
'til we met the faux. "The Kyoto Kid ponders Pogo.
Will the Bills cover vs Pats in N.E. "Videodome?" Not Likely.
Marcel Marceau's last words?
Stay tuned, Sports fans, across the Dominion, later on da Rock Byes.
Processional:
"Oh Sinner man,where you goin' to run to?"
Homily:
"What Ye doest unto the least of them"
Psalm:
There is a (bomb) in Gilead, and it's high time we all, quit it.
Sermon:
Hebrews 5:7, considering all things and current circumstance, " Jesus wept."
Recessional:
"Battle Hymn of the Republicans"
Pax vobiscum.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch,
"Cheney hunting quail,
Iran, you ran, we ran ran,
'til we met the faux. "The Kyoto Kid ponders Pogo.
Will the Bills cover vs Pats in N.E. "Videodome?" Not Likely.
Marcel Marceau's last words?
Stay tuned, Sports fans, across the Dominion, later on da Rock Byes.
Friday, September 21, 2007
"War, at home, may abash Xmas Spending and Rendering" warns W.H.
G2+ His Posse, are fully engaged in an epic saga of will, and of wits, dim, dumb, fuck, half and nit.
Watch, as their rollicking adventures span the globe in these strangely, turbulent times.
Hey, economy's sweeet, why Halliburton, awash with cash, as they say on the Street, will soon announce the acquision of Blackwater as their new division for in-home security, stateside.
BW, in turn, will take over two of America's most beloved brands, KKK+NRA, to fulfill anticipated manpower and equipment needs.
Rollout for the new "Snug as a Bug" campaign is expected next Spring. (Consulting by, Delay+ Ass-o-shites)
Afghanistan? Iraq? That's such old news.
"Screw the buffet, let's do Luncheon at the Carlyle."
"Just a little info for our file."
So Mrs. R., any sign of Joltin' Joe, lately?
Coo, coo, ca choo.
Watch, as their rollicking adventures span the globe in these strangely, turbulent times.
Hey, economy's sweeet, why Halliburton, awash with cash, as they say on the Street, will soon announce the acquision of Blackwater as their new division for in-home security, stateside.
BW, in turn, will take over two of America's most beloved brands, KKK+NRA, to fulfill anticipated manpower and equipment needs.
Rollout for the new "Snug as a Bug" campaign is expected next Spring. (Consulting by, Delay+ Ass-o-shites)
Afghanistan? Iraq? That's such old news.
"Screw the buffet, let's do Luncheon at the Carlyle."
"Just a little info for our file."
So Mrs. R., any sign of Joltin' Joe, lately?
Coo, coo, ca choo.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
"Yellow Bellied Varmint," Endangered+Listing
Howdy Folks,
Welcome to the Great Western Comedy Conflation Club,
"Gettin' mighty close to noon, 'darlin', ya'll wouldn't forsake me now, would yuh?"
Barney, downcast+morose, smiled ruefully, and left the room.
What's the Lone Ranger going to do here?
Not the real Lone Ranger, surely?
"Ummm, that right Kemosabi."
Kid Ahmadinejad has called 'im out "Meet me at the U.N you Great Satan."
Cisco Chavez disses him with impugnity, "Hey Gringo, to help Yr. poor have heat in their casas, we fart in Yr. direction," Cisco loves the Pythons.
How will Run-away-Sooey handle this dilemma? You got it.
Deciding's easy, but how do you delegate a showdown?
Easy, same as it ever was.
The M.O.= Chicken out and run away,(Sir Robin), always worked, so far.
Trouble is he's got a terrible itchy trigger finger.
EEKs, shoots and cleaves.
Tells Jesus Christ to "Sort 'em out," and he's either at the ranch or on the plane.
So who's going to bell this pussy?
Tune in next week, all you little Buckeroos, when we'll find out down the road "Why the Chicken is so cross?"
Happy trails, 'til then.
UPDATE:
Newshounds cringed as the Yellow Rose stumped on his porch with guns ablazin' yesterday.
Noteworthy, among much collateral damage, was Nelson Mandela.
UPDATE:
The bad news? Buchanan's dream, "All out, culture War."
The good? "U.S.A. low on ammo" reports the A.P.
....or visa versa, depending on Yr. point of view.
UPDATE:
The "Leader of the Free World" unlike Miss Otis, won't even send his regrets to the Iranian University, but will have someone take a leak on his behalf citing a schedulling glitch involving a cookout for THE BASE.
In a "Bury the Hatchet" gesture, some of those "Choice Folks" will cater the Annual Born Again, Bomb the Clinics+Chicken BBQ on the South Lawn.
That the service includes nothing but devilled eggs will go un-noticed as the differential is far too fine a point for the celebrants of "Intelligent Digestion."
Yeehaw, are we havin' fun yet?
Welcome to the Great Western Comedy Conflation Club,
"Gettin' mighty close to noon, 'darlin', ya'll wouldn't forsake me now, would yuh?"
Barney, downcast+morose, smiled ruefully, and left the room.
What's the Lone Ranger going to do here?
Not the real Lone Ranger, surely?
"Ummm, that right Kemosabi."
Kid Ahmadinejad has called 'im out "Meet me at the U.N you Great Satan."
Cisco Chavez disses him with impugnity, "Hey Gringo, to help Yr. poor have heat in their casas, we fart in Yr. direction," Cisco loves the Pythons.
How will Run-away-Sooey handle this dilemma? You got it.
Deciding's easy, but how do you delegate a showdown?
Easy, same as it ever was.
The M.O.= Chicken out and run away,(Sir Robin), always worked, so far.
Trouble is he's got a terrible itchy trigger finger.
EEKs, shoots and cleaves.
Tells Jesus Christ to "Sort 'em out," and he's either at the ranch or on the plane.
So who's going to bell this pussy?
Tune in next week, all you little Buckeroos, when we'll find out down the road "Why the Chicken is so cross?"
Happy trails, 'til then.
UPDATE:
Newshounds cringed as the Yellow Rose stumped on his porch with guns ablazin' yesterday.
Noteworthy, among much collateral damage, was Nelson Mandela.
UPDATE:
The bad news? Buchanan's dream, "All out, culture War."
The good? "U.S.A. low on ammo" reports the A.P.
....or visa versa, depending on Yr. point of view.
UPDATE:
The "Leader of the Free World" unlike Miss Otis, won't even send his regrets to the Iranian University, but will have someone take a leak on his behalf citing a schedulling glitch involving a cookout for THE BASE.
In a "Bury the Hatchet" gesture, some of those "Choice Folks" will cater the Annual Born Again, Bomb the Clinics+Chicken BBQ on the South Lawn.
That the service includes nothing but devilled eggs will go un-noticed as the differential is far too fine a point for the celebrants of "Intelligent Digestion."
Yeehaw, are we havin' fun yet?
"Shoot Me the Juice, Bruce"
After recent tryouts in Miami, the revival of the original L.A musical production of "Orenthal Arrestes" has opened in Vegas for an extended run, guaranteed: thru 20 Jan 09.
The score, losely woven around the '65 hit "I fought the law and the law won," has been tweaked by an script-doctor known only as the running K~TB~R, an old western brand.
Songs in the show feature terrific hooks reminiscent of the smooth stylings of the Texas Troubadors whose ex-lead is now looking to form a new group due to the recent retirements of most of TT's original ensemble.
The book, loosely based on the noteriety of Jack Johnson, Jesse Owens, Joe Louis and yon Cassius of Louisville, is a cautionary tale for uppity folk everywhere.
Wildly popular with the public, although early reviews are mixed, this mounting bids fair to be a useful divertimento in these troubled times.
The score, losely woven around the '65 hit "I fought the law and the law won," has been tweaked by an script-doctor known only as the running K~TB~R, an old western brand.
Songs in the show feature terrific hooks reminiscent of the smooth stylings of the Texas Troubadors whose ex-lead is now looking to form a new group due to the recent retirements of most of TT's original ensemble.
The book, loosely based on the noteriety of Jack Johnson, Jesse Owens, Joe Louis and yon Cassius of Louisville, is a cautionary tale for uppity folk everywhere.
Wildly popular with the public, although early reviews are mixed, this mounting bids fair to be a useful divertimento in these troubled times.
"Hinterland? Who Knew? F.U." Baird
Amongst Canadians who are over fifty and still boldly, if briefly, go beyond their thermostatically controlled cocoons, the the great CWS ads of yesteryear conjure times long passed before the housing crunch hit major mammals, except us.
Today we discover that our enviro- Chief, John Baird, an honourary Athabaskan ("Greasy Waters,") has been forced to disband the CWS.
Applying the CWS budget to the "Ionic Swiffer Vacuum Clean Air Initiation" due to kick in circa 2050, the Minister allowed " We could buy a decent used Leopard tank (sans A/C) for that kind of dough," adding "We're still workin' the details, so you'll have to bear without us."
In a strange, yet eeriely, similar synchronicity, rascally rustlers corralled every last Moose (In T.O.?), to the dismay of patio naturalists, up+ downtown.
Don't touch that dial.
Today we discover that our enviro- Chief, John Baird, an honourary Athabaskan ("Greasy Waters,") has been forced to disband the CWS.
Applying the CWS budget to the "Ionic Swiffer Vacuum Clean Air Initiation" due to kick in circa 2050, the Minister allowed " We could buy a decent used Leopard tank (sans A/C) for that kind of dough," adding "We're still workin' the details, so you'll have to bear without us."
In a strange, yet eeriely, similar synchronicity, rascally rustlers corralled every last Moose (In T.O.?), to the dismay of patio naturalists, up+ downtown.
Don't touch that dial.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
"Caledonia, Caledonia, What makes Yr. big head So hard"
So Yr.a rugged, libertarian, law evading, right thinking, pious land developer,("Dolphin Estates," guess the Mascot!) who once paid some taxes, and you want to talk about property and rights, O.K.
So Yr. a rugged, holistic, law evading First Nation's Warrior, whose peoples only participTory part, in this deal, is relinquishing all the Capital and Yr. (AIM) is appropriately addressing ancient+current rights and property, O.K.
First, let's all have a smoke, say from a pipe, tobacco, bitter vetch, sweet grass, hash, mortgages, by-laws, chacun a son gout.
Like a "Peace" pipe.
Then let's PowWow.
When the boyz say "We're revolting," the gurlz say "We know, so what.....are all the guns for."
Who could it hurt?
So Yr. a rugged, holistic, law evading First Nation's Warrior, whose peoples only participTory part, in this deal, is relinquishing all the Capital and Yr. (AIM) is appropriately addressing ancient+current rights and property, O.K.
First, let's all have a smoke, say from a pipe, tobacco, bitter vetch, sweet grass, hash, mortgages, by-laws, chacun a son gout.
Like a "Peace" pipe.
Then let's PowWow.
When the boyz say "We're revolting," the gurlz say "We know, so what.....are all the guns for."
Who could it hurt?
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Petreaus, Indefinite on Iraq+Pronouns
More gripping testimony, on the surging Occupation of Iraq, this week, from Head Honcho Petreaus who, oddly, "Didn't know whether these (long sad) years, (of looting, raping, pillaging and slaughter) had made America any safer (whatsoever)."
He prefaced his report by insisting that nobody, not Fallon, Gates, Rice, Cheney, Bush or his Mom had had even a peek at it.
'It' being....'this,' the specific hard copy, in his hand, now, printed ten seconds prior to his show+tell.
Can you parse the dangling parti- of/by the dis-ciple here?
Right, no hint, except covert, crafted, plausible deniability, of being 'closeted' all week with some/all of "Senior" leadership above discussing "it."
It's a knack, how to spin "it."
So 'it' is 'this' and that's that, (QED)
Evidentialy sometimes, Heros are sandwiches, Cigars are smokes and a Sub is just a peoney.
The great thing about being the Decider is deciding to delegate.
Among the many novelties advanced by the Bush Gang is the constant delegation of responsibility, the "Buck stops....over there, anywhere but here." theory of Leadership.
And while General P. was thus engaged, who was watching the store/fronts, in Iraq?
Yet another grand jete, quad axel, in the tuck position, with three and a half twists, and Bob's Yr. uncle, Fannie's Yr.aunt.
It,takes your breath away; Bravo, fortissimo! Though its curtains for the rest of us muggles.
Gonzo+ T.Blossom may have left the building but they are still being channelling in Congress.
Many moons ago, the estimable Groucho told someone, maybe Cavett, of a knotty legal problem required the att. of his attorneys, Schwartz, Schwartz, Schwartz, Schwartz and Schwartz esq(s), so he gave them a call.
The fellow answering the phone explains, at the outset, that Mr.Schwartz is unavailable, on holidays or some such. Groucho, unabashed, asks to speak to Schwartz, only to be fobbed off again with another excuse. This pattern repeats four times until his final request for Schwartz is answered with...."Speaking."
This is how they, (The Ex Post Factos), treat everyone, all as sundry.
Christmas is coming, but the Sanity Clause, (slouching towards Baghdad,) still seems a long ways off.
"I shall be 'sad' of another death," and so must we all.
At least we know who's at the end of the line, wiggling, not at the thought of the hook, but halcyon days to come, "..coffers to replenish."!
Someone more skilled at forensic blogging than us might, usefully, answer this:
How many troops were schedulled to rotate out by the first of the year, anyway?
NOTE:
The body of MoveOn's notorious ad is accurate in fact, and the punning of names is legit. (QED)
Sadly, the puny "Betray-us", lacks both wit+worth and is prima facie infra dig, if not quite the treasonous act alledged by neo- nitwits, privately giggling at this infantile gift donkey.
A veritable molehill compared to the mountain that was the Swift Boating of another much decorated veteran.
S.O.P. for the C.H.C's
Considering that this quagmire is, step by step, Vietnam deja vu, perhaps a caption, plus apropos, may have been,
"General, remembering 'Tet' (pray) pay us, the courtesy of the truth, whole truth, and nothing but the truth."
My word, this is wearisome work.
Goodnight to Frank+Dilys and Dennis+Anne, where ever you are.
He prefaced his report by insisting that nobody, not Fallon, Gates, Rice, Cheney, Bush or his Mom had had even a peek at it.
'It' being....'this,' the specific hard copy, in his hand, now, printed ten seconds prior to his show+tell.
Can you parse the dangling parti- of/by the dis-ciple here?
Right, no hint, except covert, crafted, plausible deniability, of being 'closeted' all week with some/all of "Senior" leadership above discussing "it."
It's a knack, how to spin "it."
So 'it' is 'this' and that's that, (QED)
Evidentialy sometimes, Heros are sandwiches, Cigars are smokes and a Sub is just a peoney.
The great thing about being the Decider is deciding to delegate.
Among the many novelties advanced by the Bush Gang is the constant delegation of responsibility, the "Buck stops....over there, anywhere but here." theory of Leadership.
And while General P. was thus engaged, who was watching the store/fronts, in Iraq?
Yet another grand jete, quad axel, in the tuck position, with three and a half twists, and Bob's Yr. uncle, Fannie's Yr.aunt.
It,takes your breath away; Bravo, fortissimo! Though its curtains for the rest of us muggles.
Gonzo+ T.Blossom may have left the building but they are still being channelling in Congress.
Many moons ago, the estimable Groucho told someone, maybe Cavett, of a knotty legal problem required the att. of his attorneys, Schwartz, Schwartz, Schwartz, Schwartz and Schwartz esq(s), so he gave them a call.
The fellow answering the phone explains, at the outset, that Mr.Schwartz is unavailable, on holidays or some such. Groucho, unabashed, asks to speak to Schwartz, only to be fobbed off again with another excuse. This pattern repeats four times until his final request for Schwartz is answered with...."Speaking."
This is how they, (The Ex Post Factos), treat everyone, all as sundry.
Christmas is coming, but the Sanity Clause, (slouching towards Baghdad,) still seems a long ways off.
"I shall be 'sad' of another death," and so must we all.
At least we know who's at the end of the line, wiggling, not at the thought of the hook, but halcyon days to come, "..coffers to replenish."!
Someone more skilled at forensic blogging than us might, usefully, answer this:
How many troops were schedulled to rotate out by the first of the year, anyway?
NOTE:
The body of MoveOn's notorious ad is accurate in fact, and the punning of names is legit. (QED)
Sadly, the puny "Betray-us", lacks both wit+worth and is prima facie infra dig, if not quite the treasonous act alledged by neo- nitwits, privately giggling at this infantile gift donkey.
A veritable molehill compared to the mountain that was the Swift Boating of another much decorated veteran.
S.O.P. for the C.H.C's
Considering that this quagmire is, step by step, Vietnam deja vu, perhaps a caption, plus apropos, may have been,
"General, remembering 'Tet' (pray) pay us, the courtesy of the truth, whole truth, and nothing but the truth."
My word, this is wearisome work.
Goodnight to Frank+Dilys and Dennis+Anne, where ever you are.
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