1- The 56 dead were lazy hoodlums hanging around at a love feast. They were dangerous and hungry. They were wanting a hug and just got caught up in a "surge." One round will get you all, the military said. Stupid cluster heifers want to say, Moo. Get the anti-war movement going stronger. No "surge."

2- O, Nora and Karl, need a hug. That's why they appear angry.

3- Begin to call the Salon, Mr' Geezer's pure, not perfect, love feast for liberal scruffs. In a jungle before I-Evin thought about weasel bushies tails, grunts innocently called walking a few-grid jungle cliques..."humping the bush." Maybe since the world is Topsy-turvy, inside-out, and upside-down backwards going anyway, we can spell backwards? Call them forked-tongue false-faces, "seihsub's" Bushiest are backward. Hump the seihsub's?

The Bushmen aren't Tantamount T-devils dying of facial cancer cyst, 'um just ruin the Eskimo's Lands, walk like a Penguin, dress in $6,000 threads, talk-point the same-same, dress the same, and bomb Iraq, Iran, Afghans, and old ladies and babies. They will shoot you liberal Blue State Arizonan people if your a Democrat, next? O, and may I mention another thing? They rot the (Republic) notion of a functional CilbupeR.

4- The Cafferty File encouraged me. OT- Perhaps instead of a coffee mug, a sculptor in the manners of good style, refined taste, can re-do the G.G. caricature? Instead of crossed arms that indicate you may be shut-down to crude Various ideas e-mailed here...A marble truck statue, like the one of David in the lobby in Florence, would sell gold star premium memberships? It would recruit more naked thought? A arms reaching out to hug readers at the Salon isn't an impure or imperfect idea? I still may never be able afford one anyway?

5--6--7-- Don't consume cans of Campbell's/Chalabi Soup if it's a Saturday. Don't eat rice and chicken soup, because commercial brands add much salt, MSG, and it'd bad for the blood pressure.

I was going to just No Comment and haul trash to the dump. Then, you mention Chris Floyd. I think Tennessee must have too much yellow magnesium in the drinking water? The news informs me of wives in Red States where ministers preach, begin shooting their spouse with a borrowed $64,ooo shotgun from our vice-commander while the preacher's slept?

Floyd cusses, but he's the reason I visit there and here. I think you are NOT allowed to talk in church in Tennessee? I sit on the back pew there at EB, and never have I put money when as he passes begs with a tin can or a straw hat. He's a fan of Bob D. and is a preacher-boy, Zeus.

In the early 70's, after a kibbutz experience, I was on the coast of Cadiz Spain. I thought the entire globe had turned into a fry pat and wow--What heat! Africa refugees told me things I'd Not repeat in public.

Blame someone? blame, blame, blame...And Bang. It'd a good thing journalist get kicked out of bible and law school and change their underwear? I guess that the secret to getting a date? In Mr. T's state, you hear of dangerous scorpions, flying white elephants, pink flamingo's, and now we got the Drudge Report. It's a crop of 'trap.' I want the 17 year seasonal Cicada's to come back to hometowns. Shear the black sheep in DC! What? I didn't say Yogi Berra smokes wool socks. Play ball blind man bluffer's. Fill the ox horn with Mead. Don't intentionally gore a ox, eat PAC-Choi greens, and be happy we are here, imperfect, yes. No shoot people for oil. no shoot fish in a crystal coffee cup. ode's to peace.