Letters to the Editor

• It's getting too complicate-o. test. tryout's for a ball team?

  [Read the article: If only Newt Gingrich were president]
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  What glorious plum, peach, and Dc even has cherry blossoms. It makes me want to scream, "Play Ball" or take a canoe down the Tigris River to Korakuen Stadium. Newt is the antithesis of Japanese Aiko. A friend I never dare drink with would say, "Newt is NOT someone I'd wish to drink warmed-up Saki with."

  He can't catch a slow infield grounder. He's on bad hops, and can't hit a slow-pitch. He's no good. Kick him-off the Team called Life. Him-dead. He has no alibi or excuses, and Mr. Greenwald, just if, just if, just a iffy-inquiry...Nosy (?). Throw a soft exaggerated-hyperbole, ground slow-pitch.

  I'll give you a round ball-bat and throw newt a round ball. No excuses for a bad-hop. And ask him to get real, stop the error's, and slide into the Bull-Pit to cool down. Aiko!

  Newt's ilk needs to take a training course in Knock-Out, Who's there? 3-time strike-out Newt. Go chew Red Man Chew Tobago. Smoke Marlboro? Go to hell with all the rt-wing nonsense.

  I'm not wishing to talk baseball or politics. I'm into honey bees. Even NBC had a 'piece' that made me wish I had some Lima-Bean honey for peppermint tea. The Killer-Bees on Capital Black-Eye-Pee Hill, said honey bees now have a extra hour to work now since Capital Hill added a neo-day-Light hour to our springtime Life. 'Shad up and stop thee buzz buss." 'Shad-up' bees.

  Who said the Colonial Bee Keepers Lobby ain't Keepers of order-in-the-House? Hey, yer bellicose 'duds' and 'gals' in governance...Thanks that we git an extra hour to be alive this Spring. Wow.

  Once I got stunk 40-some times by angry, tipped-over- a honey bee colony. Guess what? A bee decided to 'sting' me on a male 'dupe.' 'It' swell as big as a soft ball. Don't knock-over a colony of honey bees. We got a national colony collapse disorder or something in the nation?

  Listen Ann Thompson....Thanks for reporting on, THE MISSING HONEY BEES" at NBC...doodad's! duded-duck, and yea we are goners?! da,da,da,huh?

  Salon, lobby a slow easy soft ball grounder to newt...Is that the topic? Or, roll a rotten rooster ball his way to make the team with a good MSNBC 'catcher' backup? Wear a c**.

  Warm up some Texan Saki. Go to Korakuen Stadium. O, knock the gas out of his belly-navel nonsense thinking. Am I at the right Fenway Park sewing class? I had to add a o.

  Permalink Wednesday, April 4, 2007 04:56 PM

• sysprog in a foxhole with newt

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  This is what I remember doing to help me get through war.

  I pretended I was in a foxhole with my old high school Sweet-honey, who waived and said, "goodbye, bye,bye,bye,bye-bye,ba,ba,ba,ba boo-hooh...

  And then during the war I get a dear bebop-o 'bomb-shell' like this:

  "Sorry. Regret to inform you, g.i. bebop-o-joe...I am running off with a arizona cypress, Willy T."

  Back to surviving bloodshed---This ~*~ often works if you get hungry for love, hate war, and know if your curious enough to pray to a notion that a deity in the heavenly realms will pull you out of a foxhole and fly you home while bullets buzz past you in swarms, it's too late.

  Mr. T's, it's too late so don't lift up your curious george head to see what going on outside the drafty bullet whizzing air. Wish a lady was in the foxhole.

  ~*~She is graceful as a springtime's peach tree, pink and bright, as ever one did strike a lover's ravished sight; those silky hair ringlets contain a sweet musty fragrance and contain a spell. Bound and tied, locked in silk and soft embrace, wondering why are there wars? Then back---Why all the form in her face are beautiful and fair, and one can know the moon's refulgence is there.~*~

  Keep the boys home. Boys and girls are naturally curious about what going on. You don't have to send them to Fox-teevee or a war. Sysprog, you make up that story about newt? Okay, we will all imagine that you are in a foxhole with newt. Have a no hasty temper day. Don't stick your head out of the foxhole to get your steel pot. I'll bury the continuation of telling about a real event in war about what happened when some grunt did that...

  For a swell Pnac in war, take plenty of left-over confectioners, Wrigley chew gum, camel cigs, and canned scrambled eggs left from WW2.

  Maybe you should take a 6-pack of G.K. ketchup to drink with canned eggs or you will get bored with the firefight and jump up and down yelling Yipes!

  Then you will act all crazy like a ruffled hen and fly up a tree. A NVA or NEO-newt sniper may sting you somewhere. Just don't get too friendly with stateside hate.

  The collateral damage 'stuff' is real. A neocon freezes, squint-shuts his (ladies, no send boys to war, KO...you may not be able to love him back enough, if he makes it home) eyes, THEN shoots everything and anything. I've seen the 'type' and they are so (generalization?) scared they shoot 'g-d' everything. They shake like Elvis Pretzel of the White House and veto injudiciously wisdom. No Prudence.

  I have NO RESPECT for those proxy killer's newt's. They have descended from tadpole and have not prevailed to experience a metamorphosis beyond the killer black wasp stage. They have weak upper breast cavities, no hearts, rotten liver, stinky spleens....And mastermind more ugly pain with Iver Johnson shot gun weddings. They are divorced from reality.

  Who would even get in a foxhole with a bunny neutered neo-con? He was really once married? O, Sysprog!

  Again, thanks for digging a foxhole. And for digging up info. for this great feast. I'm not here today. I will be digging a foxhole too...

  Permalink Thursday, April 5, 2007 02:27 AM