I get weary hearing of this and have deep appreciation for anyone who these rascals.

I go to a Dept. Of Veterans Affairs Hospital as a outpatient.

The friendly V.A. police, who check visitor id's, I had noticed recently, were replaced by a private security "id-checker-co."

Curious, I asked, "What new security company is this?" I wrote down somewhere the name of the 'outfit' on a WaPo newspaper....I missed the old VA Security. They would verify, when I forgot my card, license, and proof I was a wounded VA human, not some goof-bomb-squad member...

"Go, don't you ever remember your drivers licence--You'd forget your head, if it was not sowed on." I know.

My memory is: a outfit from Blackwater Virginia, a "Special Op. Security" contracted-out-outfit... has the "bid."

"O" and "Woe," gads. Next the VA will feed the wounded soldiers green scrambled eggs and ham, good left overs, those WW-2 dented, rusty, long range dud-bullets too? Thanks Doctor Zeuss, Bob D., and Mark B.

~*~ Wow, "O" "Wow" me. I am gonna write my congress lady and ask he/she..."Woe." O, why did I only make $2,600, which included combat hazard pay of $60.00 per month once 'drafted' in 1969? Woe, O, and why does my SS printout papers record only $3,600 "smakaroos" in 1970 when I languished in a VA hospital? O, Wow, and why didn't Doctor Someone pick out green jungle fatigue lint, and steel pot fragment from my lower extremities and left butt?

~!~ O, Wow-o-My poor mammy, I'm in grief because I wanted my fibula bone which the doc extracted during this wonderful Bushco era of democracy, but doc told me he, "threw the bone away."

O, boo-who-o-wow, 'shad-up.' Your right.

O, or "wow" probably, I'll be put on the 6th-Floor Ward at W.R.'s "B" team for bemoaning or booze? I may write a nice letter to AG John Ashcroft, maybe he will answer my letter, or maybe HSD Shutoff can respond with some commonsense?

I ain't not-serious.

O, "Who cut my toenails after I got shot in 1970?"

O, "Wow" that hurt.

O, "Who stole my ivory bowl souvenir and my "Good Luck" laminated charm I wore instead of those damn dog-tags they issued to be jammed between your teeth with a kick to the jaw if you were left dead in war or moaned and groaned, 'War ain't fair?'"

O, Doc Wheeze. Mercy, O, Wow, Ema - cuppa, Maximo. Wezen sure get pissed, Ah! O, Wow. thanks.

Serious.

Dear Senators,

"Yikes." You are all bloody red.

"O" "Woe" "QUIT."

Thanks.

cc. Mark Benjamin

"get a life." ? ~*~ ?

sorry. reading blogs and "letters" has ruined many opportunities for numerical careers at the government Bureau of Syntactical Riots etc.,...

And furthermore, whenever I hear certain names I either cringe or smile. Mona Lisa! I love Mona too. She's makes you think twice. She's a very strong women and I have deep respect.

sorry. What is this Ctrl-c and Ctrl-v? It reminds me of a virus. Is it what the male magisterial plight people get when they miss a e-mail, say hail bush, or is it what you have when the delivery to the Clinton's library get re-rooted to the liberal local Saloon? The 30-million emails will take too much time to read at any Salon? I've not able, Paul, to be allowed one more min. of alloted moment than a plug nickle to spare for that 'comment.' Where is that much time at the gov-mint-lazy-v boy___! Stay away from them for they look very pale and ill-contagious.

We males deserve a dose of Papillomavirus for not being required to take a man-datory shot of anti-inflamnatory anger-meds for what the enablers did to this world. Serious.

If a moralistic policy to be NICE isn't issued from the Office of Maggot Development, I QUIT searching for miss laze-farm hand? I remember in the Gulf (I forget names, I get fearful to get too starched or intimate, potential friends usually run off with some other guy), a Halibut Bushiness Company can profit from: fried fish, chocolate stuffed fish, cream fish, scaled fish, flirt fish, fish chowder, fish fins, fish heads, fish chop suet, fish eyeball stew, and don't eat anything that has a face and may want to kiss you?

The twisted neocon logic makes us all bonkers in a see through crystal fish swimming pool, naked-way? Attire requiter or yes/no. Swim at our own risk. It's a hush windy day. If I was a HPV victim from believing neocon jinn-jingo, I'd be either a go-go capital hill pole dancer, or take a fish pole to the nearest strip-joint house of outlandish malfeasance, and drop a e-mail fish-line, into the wood-slitter-hole, praying to catch some fresh halibut? A Story can smells fishy like the fish-line broke, or that the whopper got away and took my hook and e-mail line too? apologies. I can't be sure if I went beyond too many numerical, or used false statistics. I am off to "mysteriously dissipated" place and never-never nap-land, if I don't "Shad-Up." Thanks A.L for The Update information.