--- and its only g'wona gets hotter as the summer advances ---

dukakis ?? -- kerry ?? -- gore ?? -- obama ?? --

where do these shallow ding-dong loozers come from ??

DRAFT NADER at DENVER

ALL THE FENCE-SITTERS in the UNIVERSE are-a-watchin this Sophmoric Green Office-Holder Wannabe mess up yet another party run for the White House.

All he Emotes from this recent Cave-In is ......

1) That he's Spineless

2) That he's a Panderer

3) That he can't add One & One Together

4) That he's incapable of Thinking Things through to a Logical Conclusion

5) That he's never read between the lines in the bestseller, "The Audacity of Hope"

6) That he's no where near as Manly as Hillary

7) That he's as Disposable as Kerry, et Al

8) And - - - that he's presently the nation's No. One WIMP

10)

GERALD McBOING-BOING: "Jeff Cohen has been a Sissy since 8th Grade"

CRABBY APPLETON: "David Gregory very much has a Monkey-Mouth"

MIGHTY MANFRED: "WOOF !! - - Woof-Woof-Woof"

CAPTAIN KIDNEY-BEAN: "Sean Hannity picks his nose during commercial breaks -- and fantasizes that 'normal people' aren't watching"

TOM TERRIFIC: "B. Hussain O'Blarny picks his mentors in the Great Sky God's 'church' and fantasizes that 'normal people' aren't watching"

- - - although perhaps antipolar in their political persuasions - - -

- - why were neither 'snoman's' or 'patrickvashon's' poignant & thoughtful letters not granted the Red Stars they most assuredly deserved ??

- - too often Stars are granted to windbag verbiage that is reminiscent of a walrus turd field i came across while on a trek to the Gothab 'sights-to-see-while-you're-in-town' mecca.

[A FEATHERED GATHERING OF INJUNS SIT CROSS-LEGGED ABOUT A FIRE WAR COUNCIL WITHIN THE TRIBE'S BIG TENT -- A TALL BRAVE BREAKS THE SOFT MUMBLING OF THE CROWD SENSES THAT HIS TIME TO SPEAK HAS COME ...]

OBLARNEY-IN-YOUR-FACE:

(rises, folds arms, flashes teeth upon the Gathering)

"SO, -- Chief Bigshot, -- do you truly believe that Our People will join with me on the trail to Noble Victory in the Rockies this summer?"

CHIEF BIGSHOT:

"The Smoke decrees that The Noble Victory that has so often eluded Our People in the past, is once again --- smokey."

LITTLE PAW:

"Huh?"

CHIEF BIGSHOT:

"Yes ... Even now Chief Yellow-Hair and her Longknife allies of the Fox Tribe are plotting miss-chief against us. Yellow-Hair knows well that she must soon crush our Spirit in order to enter the Great White Tepee in the Land of the Rising Sun Before The Leaves-Of-Grass Croak."

LITTLE PAW:

"Huh?"

THREE-LOBES:

"It is so !! -- RoDamn-Squats-As-She-Pleases and her Fellow-Yellow-Hair Sqaws are even now conspiring to create New Ways to destroy Our Hope.

LITTLE-PAW:

"Great Leader -- My own clan is becoming ever more clannish as the Skies Of Hope continue to darken."

CHIEF BIGSHOT:

"Fear not, young brave, The Word is spreading across the Prairie toward Cherry Creek like a wild-fire; Cyberwampum rains down upon us with the Smiles, Winks & Blessings of the Sky Spirit."

OBLARNEY-IN-YOUR-FACE:

"Even So --- Squats-As-She-Pleases is a Renegade Squaw known to have never blinked when an opportunity remained open to her. -- Her new confederates in the Fox Tribe will not allow my own clan to go East.

THREE-LOBES:

"It is true -- Chief Rupert-Clever-As-A-Fox cares little save causing Havoc amid Our Nation of People -- and all in order to secure the White-Man's-Wampum."

LITTLE PAW:

(weeping while raising both arms aloft)

"The Fox Tribe are the one's who have made the history of Our People so Tearful in recent Winters."

CHIEF BIGSHOT:

"Fret Not Little Ones -- It's a very small percentage of Our People who get The Word directly from the Fox Tribe -- not even close to "most. -- The Fox Tribe's mana, like that of most things, is reflected by more than just size. It's important NOT to overstate the size of their Gathering, which is actually Quite Small."

LITTLE PAW:

"Thanks for pointing that out, Sahibe, --- I will be more careful in the future."

THREE-LOBES:

(looking perplexed as he strokes & pinches Lobe #2)

"But the Fox Tribe ....."

OBLARNEY-IN-YOUR-FACE:

(cuts in)

"Chief Big Shot -- allow me to shower this gathering with a Word about something Chief Rupert is rumored to have continued to rumor"

CHIEF BIGSHOT:

"Continue"

OBLARNEY-IN-YOUR-FACE:

"While it is True as you've repeatedly spoken for many Moons that the Fox Tribe's influence across The Land "pales" in comparison with that of the mighty PEACOCK & BIG EYE Tribes, that same comparison -- if extrapolated in reverse -- would mean that we here who hold our Gatherings in the Great Salon Tepee are so minimalized that Our Voices herein can be measured with the Squeaks & Peeps of the prarie mice."

CHIEF BIGSHOT:

"Perhaps it is so --- but what is your point my bravest Brave?"

OBLARNEY-IN-YOUR-FACE:

"... dunno -- guess i'ma just kinda scared dat my clan will endup back on the reservation ..."

CHIEF BIGSHOT:

"... and ?? ....."

OBLARNEY-IN-YOUR-FACE:

"... and while your point that Chief Rupert's Fox Tribe and their reknown across The Land is small --"

CHIEF BIGSHOT:

"AND !!! ....."

OBLARNEY-IN-YOUR-FACE:

"... and that, this being so, that your own Voice, Chief Bigshot, is really as reknown across the Plains of the Nation as the numbers of coconut trees in the Dakotah."

LITTLE PAW:

"Huh? ..."