I got to go water flats of tender seedling in the green-zone greenhouse.

What is something to not complain about...

...is when the bubble of the false economy pops, there will more people, hopefully prepared, with less time on their hands to moan and groan about 'flea-bitten' pro-war shooters. We won't dare allow our children we birthed, love, cultivated, and reared to go join-up with Frauds. Humanity can learn to stay/remain, un-bound, imprisoned, and choose to keep doing something worthwhile and function, gads, and sing in the potato field.

Why be schooled and slaves for the con-corporate hog-washer's, big circus's, daily propaganda parade? Oh, Ah, hold-up the louses, parasites, and leeches with our full-support, signed-signature, and carry a lumber-stick (wear blue suspenders or you may get embarrassed if you wear polyester bikini panties?) support? No.

Why write something every day (card-bored-sign) protesting HERE? Do something. A neoncon's poster, boy-paid (plum-nickel's), can appear as a depressed, undeveloped, evil conduit, and poor puppet toy-boy. Why be tied to a ball of string, or chain, and that's not worth Nothin' in the long haul. Why want a job like that? Be of good, pure intent, and work in a noble struggle way, right?

Why act like a big creep for the hideious? Come on shooter, hands-up toward the blue air, look at that blue sky. Help clean up the nation. Help. Every day is a chance to love and care for the earth's people.

...it's actually enjoyable to hear the sizzler sound of water's hose's quench the thirst of tender-plant-shoots. To watch them grow and watch: shhesh, pisser sounds wheelie's, and see/hear, those water bubbles burst.

Thanks. I gotta go....whiz too off the porch first. Wow-wow, blue birds too...what a beautiful day, and those little birds chirp from generation to generation....to Sing for you...

apologies if some one else has that name.

L.W.M....

...if we can once in our Life agree on just-one thing, and End a ugly bore-hog debate...let's agree to nickname ___ turd-stink?

...OT-- the fragrant blueberry blossoms are attracting bumble bees, and the plum and pear trees are crowded with various no-nameable pollinators....

...the two trees, planted years ago, are finally bursting. Outside now, the "Lady Blossom" apple trees are maturing as pink and white bursting buds in bloated grand formation. The lady apple is a heirloom variety that will bear fruit in quantity for the first time. Yea!

The apples are tiny. They were for the refined lady who went on a trip. She would put a few small Lady Apple fruit's in her purse. She'd take some to share with the____was-ta'-false-faces neo-butty's too, so when they chatter-box troll got aboard and became very hungry, and talked incessantly, the lady realizing talking too much gives us a tummy ache, (she thought she talked to much with them Derk ears), so, so fed-up, O, she'd give-up. almost.

The man or lady can shut-up the big-trap turd-pals of neocon Gabbie's with a 'woad' and fist of hay, or by offering them a apple, stuck in the mouth, on a bumpy stage coach ride...Apple Blossom! Name 'um Apple Blossom! Yea. Data a good name? Yes.

The World Trade Organizations false, backward, illogical, and talk is tripe. They want to globalize. Industrialize, and bring "democracy to the lowly 'tribes' and exploitable, better in inward character, inner more rich, and are found in the working masses.

The cause of big business and big government, in a same-same way, is to get in their bed. A overnight, cheap, and a loco-ride with that kind of partner's, those which they bribe, is that they SAY THEY want small government one day, and actually "work" to keep government oversight protections, at bay.

The greed keeps neocon supporters working full-time at large-scale global damage shops. Sweat shops, I'd say.

People do hop in the bed-bunk with big-corp-boys and gals. Each pat-butt partner does what the corporation wants them to do. Lie. They are parasite political, bed-whores alley's, and while ostensibly, da' mouth a 'yack-yack-yack' about big government, they are at the same time poromoting Global outreach. Rape.

Large corporations and, however absurdly, while they adhere to the notion of "globalization," the taxing only the working poor, but the country is at WAR-- and so boo-hobo, WHY have a grievance or three, or more? We can't even maintain a healthy education or vehicle infrastructure HERE. OH, we go spend time killing in the Middle East for dead-fish-head politico's numb brains. Bushco. No.

Insensitive! Stooges. Goofs. Ploy. A big military tax-the-poor, for a violent establishment that is needed to protect those who never grew up...They play real-bloody cops and robbers! (!?.)

We pay, we surrender our taxed life, and we even will support, Blood Sacrifices of innocent millions? And we hush?

No. I contract of sold-to-Devil for me/you? No.

And there is only blue sky. A beautiful thought of wow, for each grey cloud, and cumulus you!

...to you all...wow... Inspiration, sillies, is inside you. Right. We inter are banging-banging, at a key-bar. Shucks!

I'd do a gig like this in a 'nice' horse-barn, and not ever ask about what's going on behind closed doors. After ceocon's 'shad-up.' I am behind. yikes.

We drink from each other's wine cup lips. Shooter, and other Elmo's, gaucho's, commie's, Marxist bull-crap shooter-kind, BC-time keepers. 'Um rt-wing sore elbow's dudes...gads. Suez will go blind and stay blind forever? Why?

Sow peas and get in the field! Hey, cranky's, Yule...get data camel joe-gig-butt out of the mouth. Where are all the grey cloud smoke originating from? Blue sky!

I feel like a stinky old goat smoking an Havana Cuban, illegal, home-rolled cigar? Goats that don't smoke in a flower bed, are lovable. gads, I'm outta my computer-bunk-bed, Now.