One of my all time favorites that I treasure for totally timeless measure, is the song "Blue Velvet" by that old time crooner Bobby Vinton, a national treasure.

Bobby is great, and Bill was great in his own inimitable way, during his tenure as president of the U.S.A., in his own sorta just call me Bubba kinda way.

But as talented as both men are, one a singer, the other a former prez, I do not go along with that hallucinatory, super devotee trance, of Simon the fan club president now says, that all of the "true" fans, must now get up out of their seats, and perform in unison, their worshpful and adoring, song, chant, and dance.

Because I worship neither at an alter of Mr. Vinton

Or an alter of Willian Jefferson Clinton.

Nor do I buy into that dime store jive, that Elvis Presley the King of Rock 'n Roll is still out there somewhere, still cuttin' records, still very much alive...

What you "buy" you can "buy" at the Dollar Store.

All I see here, is Faulkner moppin' you with the floor.

Make bitter honey.

If you couldn't look inside it

And find all the mirth.

Refried Bushit is what McCain has got, with a big bold Dubya that marks the spot.

last week?

And we all say

Sarah Palin

Go suck an egg.

as I'm sure you all know the old expression:

just as slick as owl shit.

yours is not to reason why

yours is but to fib and lie

you're no owl a hootin' across the sky

you're just a gobblin' 'ol turkey lookin' stupid out in the rye

and yes, the day has finally and at last arrived

when hooty goes on the extinct list

and must expirationaly die

as kisses his own fool ass a fond farewell

and a forever

goodbye.

but hoot owl is 100%

turkey spam.

that toilin' old troll

in its ugly old stink hole

never heard it said

that there's truth in beauty.

If your biggest worry for this country's future is over who it was that stepped on the holy of holies of the whole Clinton legacy, you have mucho more important worries than little 'ol me.

I don't take too kindly

To church moms on crack.

gettin' drunk on your own foolaid

don't make you sexy or cute.

Does any such animal still actually exist in this day and age?

What with these weird "end times" of the "maverick" mark, of el capitano John McCain?

With kooky copilot Sarah Palin also at the controls, crazedly tryin' to navigate their slimey and shakey 'ol snakes on a plane?

If indeed such a throw back does indeed still exist, I must hand it to Jane Goodall's prescient primate study, concerning amongst other things, gorillas still very much trapped, in a hubris filled mist.

But hey, the gorilla that always knows best, is always the gorilla that beats on his chest, much louder than the rest.

hoot back with an answer?

don't hold your breath.

hooty flogs its privates

till they're swollen to death.

There may exist some people in parts of Philly who won't vote Obama based on the whole bein' black thing. So be it. You can't always teach an old dog a new trick, or a scared little monkey how to sing. If the voter's whole vote has its basis in that of the racist, it is this whole entire counrty, plus himself, that that type of person roundly disgraces.

So a word or two to folks like you who all the same likewise do:

Fuck you.

Ignore that bucket of lard

Hit the south

And hit it hard

I live in Louisiana and Louisiana is for Obama.

How could we all invest in your kind of peeps

That kind that all have those same 'ol

chickenshit clay feet?

Think it over my brother

There might be much more

You'll soon need to discover....

Is running for president AGAIN?!

Same for me

In 2004

There was nowhere to be found

A Kerry headquarters

Or just in general

A general kinda store

Obama has long ago established headquarters

In every small town in Louisiana

Some few short months ago

And the people here are not clueless

As to where they are

Or how to get there

Or why to go...

I find it ironic and strange, as I read your posts so absurdly deranged, that a blind hatred comparable to yours, is what you think Obama means when he says and really means change.

It's the total opposite side of the total coin, it's a nation wide flourishing and nourishing, the exact polar opposite, of the dim darkness, that you and McLame enjoin.

The only thing you've got to stand on is Sarah Palin and a McWooden Leg, your daddy taught you racism, and your fat momma flunked Jenny Craig.

Oh the sorrow and the pity, bein' a hootowl, just sounds real low down shitty...

And you get holified hate from the "good guv'ment" pulpit, to a limitless degree of infinity...

You wanna see Kevin Smith's new flick

To see if Smith has now validated himself

As a "director" of some small worth?

News flash homes

Kevin-too-cute-to-make-a-6th-grader-puke-Smith

Needs to fall off

The edge of the mutha fuckin' earth...

That's someting YOU should examine and discuss, because it's all about prevalent, when it comes to us.

When you can have a McHolyRoller?

he gets dizzy in the head and becomes emotionally unbalanced.

I've lived in Houston, in Austin, and San Antonio, with its Mexicano-Tejano, riverwalk view. I've lived in New Orleans, and smaller Louisiana towns too, where the Cajun-Creole cookin', always starts out with a brown 'n buttery rue. Every town I've ever lived in has been comprised of an ethnic mix, one which brought out all its very tastiest best, so where hooty and his trollin' Mouseketeers are all comin' from, is any damn fool's, damn fool guess.