"Would you send your daughter to him for a gynecologist?"

No. She's old enough to decide. Who'd do an intern 'gig at The Happy Buck Farm? huh.

As in the case with all tough-trolls who work the livestock chutes at butcher yards, I'm leery about libertarian veterinary vacillations too. A greenhorn practitioner of anything can be dangerous. A terribly trained chiropractor may break a neck? If a county or state Natural Recourse agent extracts by sawing with a hack-saw all the road kill dead bucks from Interstate buck-car-kills~ yep. It's done. Ask the Transportation Secretary.

The buck's horns are valued. The horn antlers are salvaged for knife-makers, or rack-mantel gop-folk trophy stories...bah.

What a daily commotion here. I want a gaudy-dang guffawing break dance 'gig' by Glenn on Tough-Tube?

He has a booming voice that one can stomp a sore foot to?

Amid the Capital Hill daily commotion we Salon 'lurkers' can be rumored to be hopping a bookie-stomp. We can dance around as if we are all mental-impatient-patients?

We can wear high-water striped bib-coveralls.

We can smear barn manure to alleviate 'our' burning sensations and passionate desire for some decency up there on that darn C.H. & W.H!

My head feels sorta very rickety.

I need to go to a farm botcher's chute?

Maybe with the economy-kickback cash~buy,

a belgian plow-pony is a good investment?

Place a fishing pole on the truck-rack with a fly-rod and a few rusty fish-hooks, plop in the tackle-box some DVD's for the unjamming recession-depression. O, use a cardboard-shoebox.

"...the devil being..." I agree with you and etc., others. What a class 101+. In the broadest, not-institutional, not-fundamentalist 'notion' of Evil, there is incremental offering of our life to Good-or-Evil. Secular-or-Spiritual. same-same.

I'm not making a division or making a simple This/That. But...

Rampant unchecked, winked at, so-to-speak, and condone evil is potential hideious dangerous, IMO. Once condoned...Happy Jack may/could grow to become Sad Jack? Happy Jack deserves hot flap jacks with butter? He deserves a hearty Mitt R. kinda' breakfast. Who knows what R.P. and other good 'ole libertarians have for breakfast? Rusty nail flavored maple syrup? macaroni? olive oil.

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ondelette~ I thought of this: It was written by Laurance Wieder. It's as a good Enough reason, ya'd Think, as a Gawd Good reason for~not to bargain with the earthen fleeting lure & charms of hoarded 'corrosive' wealth.

To Barter and Wager an immortal soul that is within-us...

for a tiny bowl of porridge gruel, or a few clanking silver coins? No.

~Laurance Wieder writes a thought much less-boorish~

*I saw a picture of the earth afloat in space: a solar marble. clouds veins in blue ore, ocean studded with green islands, continental Rust, capped, footed by ice poles:

Water swollen mountains glaciers, Melted in the sun's wax

candle.

What chains this jewel hung on vacuum's throat? Who knows the name, could show a sliver of that shattered beaker (left behind when all the other shards swept back to nothingness) was Creation's germ, and not be pierced so deeply SO NO BLOOD FLOWED?

Be glad we're small, be glad no one can tell What Happens next and no returning. Only one returns those promises Substantial as the sands our fathers sifted through their finger for us, moments when their hearts felt easy, and they did not boast.

(from inspiration from the 97th Psalm. apologies to L Wieder for a emphasis or two. It took me back to remembrance of an innocent child. Maybe visualize one's self? George Bush, and all adults, Pelosi, Reid, Mucks, and the presidential hopefuls as once runny-nose toddler children? What Happen Ink-Sock?

'Um get/got no free new-socks, mittens, sock-hats, hackable jam, and berries on the pancakes?

Perhaps they began to bomb urban sectors civilian populations...A city where children walked hand-in-hand with granny and pappies to ice cream parlours. Who? Oh, ah. John McCain, the "war hero' criminal")

Well. Let's do good work anyway.

Let's try to think of manners to avoid catastrophe,,,.

A ',' is just history? GWB said history will overlook.

He said. Each ',' will symbolize a insignificant death?

The collective idea.

The inter-are notion.

Metaphysical realization.

I am you. And you are me.

We all need each other.

Whether we like it or not.

over/out. I'm shutting off.

Respectfully, I'm gonna tune out for awhile.

That was a lift of a curtain? O, translucent.

I teased a few weeks back. The Pope mobile will be in DC in April. Pope Benedict may write one of those "Encyclicals" and deliver 'it' to George on a three-wheel bicycle. gads.

It's silly trying to pinpoint a single one to blame.

We are all culpable. It's best to not fish in a commode with a hooked worm?

We are gonna all face a tough battle. The Bush Team can't run. And they can't blame the jazz Trumpeter Bunny Berrigan or the Easter Bunny.

Stay awake. A mob forms? O, ah.

Paid-Trolls will suffer terrible,

and horror-psychic-calamities, wow. etc.,

The "A" event can be Any Personal Moment.

Ignore me. I want to go experience Pura Vida for who knows how long? r&r.

I dreamt I forgot to turn the trolls favorite UT web-site on

last night. But here I am?

Trolls fight a lost battle.

The end of life question is,

HOW did all the sardines get,

packed into a tin-can with olive

oil? O, WHO ever votes for Popeye,

Wins!

I agree it's silly. So let's hush-up?

OT~ O, some of us will keep barfing up!

I must go listen to Schubert with one shoe on, and one unmatched dirty woolen sock. Maybe some Johann Sebastian Back will chirp a poor foot up? And maybe it is a great idea to bask in a outdoor cool rain drizzle. I will listen to Pierre ~ Gabriel ~ Buffardin or I might barf here for the scroll's and trolls record keepers? What a buffet.

O, diseased weepers?

O, 'um real creepers.