That 'gal' needs to hear what the birds say...translated...

..."Mr. L's and Lamebrains in public service need to go into the hills with Jack, Jill, Nancy, Dan, Bill's, and ___generic brand "Jane's" to fetch a morel mush-room.

Capital Hill has Not given me much encouragement, and I will postpone a mushy 'letter' opinion about Osaka, Hilary, and all the John's, in general. They got poison-oak and bitter-sour-berries in their simmering tea?

I doz want to see Real-Change that forewarns America about the Real Mess wee in. The Hill that's supposed to protect the homeland's seems all drip-pin' wet each day, to me. Monsoon.

Medusa NOT want to see the whole batch of clowns, all dressed in gowns, bow-ties, black penguin suits PJ's etc.,...All come quick-tumbling down the big-mole hill. That be bad salt water taffy? A bad heavy boulder that will take lifetimes to roll back up to Capital Hill.

Take Yellow-dawg's puppies and name the good breed dogs, WATCHDOGS who watch-over the 'republic's sinking ship.

The patron saint of yellow-fur Saint Bernard's can carry a Big Keg that dangles from each pup's neck. We/I get thirsty and dry, rain or sunshine.

...O, catch the falling rain and put it in our pocket, keep the falling gum-drops and take 'um to the horse races? huh? Go to the bank with rolls of candy and exchange the chew-gum for cold cash. I bet we all can haul a million silver coins to jingle in a wheel barrel?

...O, ain't that's better than chewy taffy. Politico's taffy gets stuck in our teeth. Cavity tooth's ache. It's a Paine in the William to listen to most of the mush-mask?-masticates.

...huh? It's NOT Common Sense to bet a $3.00 bill on a Lame-Goner's. HOW do they become so perpetually, so routine bad-ugly? Ugly can be beautiful too if a heart blooms with the sweet truth.

...A Ugly Ducklings can be NO darlings. I hope we see the end of the fraud-sham-lie errata for a change. Yes. We need our Stine's full of good foamy ale to stop the unnecessary RealPain inflicted upon the suffering world. Thanks. Your welcome. please be state-men/women. okay. That be 'nice.' Thanks.

Now you hatein' negoroe's? Yuze nerd to katchup on culture rudeness. Yuze ever gonna gits tossed my yers boss man? Who paze youze kinda cruel peeper? Bush? Sumdaze 'um awe wills fade away dead. 'um shuda not cursed humanity. The librel will tetify, all the slain too, and back-wipped brownies who wuz exploited, yep. Whi's human-peepers acts luk a agitater rot banana's? Eher day yuz duh ignore the problems and is a porop fer da' real bad-wolf's...declivities...Yerz nose the MAIN SOLD OUT PRESS is a water-boy stautue with a burnt-out light bulb. O, buoy, weze need a Light House furs de' White House. It's needin' a whitewash. Why be a troll Devil Match Maker? Smokey the Bear said NO Play with sulpher sticks. It's NOT a safty match, yer old enuf to knows sumting buy Now? Stop risin' a stunk. Yuz alpacky wool eyed blind" stuff a pillow wuth Alpaca wool and join a Chirp C++k Club Flight Club.

Yers want to paze the money duzes too too the Salon. Yers nuver gut a sulvur Star on the chin wow yuze fightin'.

Well, we needs some fren wauters frum der Well. Gracios Senior paint-face white man shooturd242. Yers get kucked offin hurls fur bads moods ands pure spulluns muskcakes. someday suuni. meacula in mucho trubla's wuturs agun, here. its terminal.

She, the watcher of junk0food eater's too, is as fierce at protecting abandoned tin-Lizie's. She will growl, howl, and if you try to steal a tire, a rotor, a spark plug, or a newer than a thread bare rubber wheel, bark.

She is named, "Tuff." She sits on a barren, former grass knoll. She can howl and barks, if-ever, a thief tries to rob a brown egg from the double-yoke duck-pen. She's 'um all good.

She can tell where to get a bale of Mennonite staw @ 2-bucks a square bale. I will go now and ask her if she can s'pose to consider, Seriously, a run for the White House.

Barney the pooch at the W.H. should be fed to the girl WATCHDAWG I'm tryin' to tell you about. You know what I'm trying to say, mamma? I bein' back here later in the evenin' to hope to tell that TUFF, she saize, seeing is believing, will be agreed to HELP...

...Tuff will agree to be a first wowmen preznit for a short while. I prey to Jehova?

...Tuff will do anything she can, knowing about a women's fury. Ever see all Hell's Fury? Once is too much. It's worster than dawg's and cat's scratch and fight in a alley full of rain-poodles. Talk about fur fly's.

...Tuff is somebody who will help the country. I hope.

I'll go ask Tuff because I need a new battery and take some time to check out if a recent wrecked trucks...left a beer under the seat, or if some loose change is behind the front seat. My floor boreds are rottin' too. The truck runs with a noisey, a rusty, and a few holes in the muffler's tail pipe.

...Tuff helped me before. Once she stops yelping, as I approach slowly to ask small favors...

...Tuff might consider becoming our first dawg-gone-woman preznit?

...Tuff may be our best new Attorney General? I'll be up-font about it and Tuff. If the creek don't keep risin' and the sneakers stop squaking when I try to find HELP fore my tilling tractor's dead battery...

I hope all the lordy's of the grand piano's in all the universe's, begin to start playing True Ode's to Joy all at once, a melody...Nature can be willing...joy.