There is something about Kitt?

It's the accent, a great deal of

something no easy to describe.

No misread me? A warbler bird?

Kitt nestles amidst the oak tree.

It may be partly Kitt's sharp-jabbing Intelligence, the way his eye-spectacles hang on the nose bridge. Kitt is peering out like a chirping eagle aloft in the sky. Maybe carefully observing and then .... sometimes.... Oh, maybe about to pounce on a mouse, bunny, or lying kangaroo. It's a charm. Tough. There is a healthy mystique, and Kitt seems as scrupulously honest as a bluejay on a shoulder? It's a truth, factual, everything is a matter of factual? Zippy da-da la la. Today, If Glenn dressed up in a hog suit, or donned a smelly, scaly crocodile coat, Kitt would yodel, FOUL. The crocodile is hunted for the valued scaly skin. If a endangered crocodile (analogy), such as:` Nancy, Jay- etc., Dick. You know? ...."the big nine-- not only the intel people, but also the majority and minority leaders of the House and Senate." If Kitt believed:'

`

O Maybe?

You Spy,

You Die!

Yodel it!

`

But there is no windy ramble from Kitt, and if a doctor is sensing a bizarre heath issue that needs expressed, Kitt grabs a pitchfork. No lies, no vain aims, and No do I see, I repeat:`No do I see any coy, or aim to proselytize. It's a Ode. Good. Of couse, none are perfect, yet. No.

A Ode to Participatory Democracy. If Glenn stays up too late? 'Go to bed Glenn,' says Kitt? If a gang of hoodlum piglets are red-lipped, chain smoking, puffing on a Camel or Kool in the public buildings- Kitt may yell:`Smoke Pall Mall!

Pall Mall? Pall Bare? No. Pall Bore. Pall Mall. Ya Yes.

Pall Mall smokers dangle a smoke from a red lip.

Pall Bearers are congregated where fibbers croak.

Politicians stare at crotches, start wildfires, smoke.

IMO- 'Um approach psychiatric crackups, or downs?

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When Glenn began the "another note" lawlessness, Fox News, and mentioned "acrimonious" and "mini-wars" with

Salons staff... I jumped!

I jumped ahead to Fox?

No hop. False Delusion?

`

The Botany of Desire' is Pollan's `A Plant's-Eye View Of The World. The book can't hurt.

Michael Pollan had a lawyer father who M.P. said this of his respected father:`He'd jump ahead to conclusion. Then relax. He'd be social, read literature, speak with knowledgeable people who were decent, respected, praiseworthy, and were pleasant in their honest table conversation.

NO Lawlessness critters hung out with a respected gathering of distinguished humans. [?] I mean- back to politicians. Politicians who are sticking a nose up a skunk-crack, and peering in a peeps-hole. Oops.

O Fool Ugh Klutziness.

Ya Wonder what Kitt?

'Um blow smoke. Yes.

Arse say that's a truth.

`

In Glenn's post- **** ?

I fear he'd done fall outs?

I jumped to a concussion.

My bad sense? GG to Fox?

My brain feels acrimonious.

If this is not comprehensible,

call me pugnacious, despise,

a flow of rancid babble baba,

and say:`Explain self explicitly.

O well, I am afraid to reread too.

No comment much. Say:`Shush.

Jesters no blurt or burp all thought.

Dick Cheney will lie in a dug Fox hole.

How about the poor pallbearers someday? I'd say!

What a heap of a lier creep. Grave opens the mouth,

like a Sheol/Hades hungry jaws to Gulp war mongers.

I wish I were a moth butterfly. O fly bye for two macaroons?

Why did you remind me of CHO CHO? That's a cat. Butterfly.

CHO-CHO-san is the Japanese name cat, Madame Butterfly.

It is in the Puccini's opera. So, I'll wish Ya a cookie Butterfly?

Ya have the good holiday and enjoy sharing cookie Butterfly.

Now if I had company I'd share some milk and you Butterup?

I mean:`You seem nice and take a cat for a walk? `Butterfly.

It is goofy.`Windy tonight. Butter dream of cookie Butterfly?

Maybe then people can sleep and no makes a silly comment.

I love sugar cookies, chocolate chip, and coconut macaroon.

A proverb: Let another's lips praise you and not your own lips.

And Athena put these words on the lips of another mortal:`

Hold anger gently. Anger will turn sweeter than honeycomb.

I've browsed walter_map's back letters.

It's a pair who doodle a poem to be vicious.

I read what you two premeditate as to maim?

Thanks. Trade stock tips. Be hot dog venders.

You can't make me angry unless I accept a insult.

For now, its seems to be your own weakness. Yes?

It's a projection of your pain, and self's Humiliation?

Why toss cheap shots?

Santa send you a duck?

Clutch your self's heart?

Heartache? Why grasp it!

Why grab your bare foot?

wakerobya has an interesting web-site worth browsing.

O well, and it's sleepy time. So, maybe turn a radio dial?

Whatever helps us find 'normalcy' and balance can help.

Why wake up and begin to lash out? No project the bile.

My regrets.

People learn to do the laundering,

wash their socks, and grief is Life.

Gads. Please, mother cartographer.

Geradus Mercator made maps.

He was a Flemish map maker.

He invented map projections.

He was a good geographer.

Not so hooey hubris filled.

No so much pout phooey.

He a modern Angulimala?

Why be the meanest guy?

Ubercromomie & FItch request from Santa a wonderful gift.

But, a cardiologist wishes to give a heart shaped thigh tattoo.

And, Mommy is shrieking no. Ubercrombie & Fitch can't hear.

Maybe a deck of cards for brain damage conditions is wiser?

A deck of cards? Play strip poker, blackjack, Rummy in Iraq?

Be a medic. Patch wounds, fill bomb holes, and puff the pot.

Administer to thee innocent victims of American war policy?

Give first aid. Say interesting ideas. Put downs? Oh, insecure.

Give care to slain humans.

Give to dead victims CPR?

Poor Ubercromie & Fitch.

You need a hear aid too.

Klytus gets

a final word.

Hospitality.