I told everyone in the field I was gonna' be right back.

I need to go to the Mennonite welders and organize a collection of cow and chicken manure collection. That's true. No lie. A community windrow compost plan here is to use proper proportions of nitrogen, microbiology know-how, and do goof air rotation, aeration. Mennonite windrow expertly...

...I was out organizing as a codger, getting good advise.

My son asked, "Are you really gonna be right back, or, are you saying? I lied. I stopped off at the Salon.

To my dear direst peril, no wonder some people lose confidence inliers! I confess.

To liberals: Don't despair and think that liberals are as "stupid as we look." Mr Hiatt's photo? yuck. There are wiser community members who contribute wisdom's that are quiet, versed, and provide life saving and preservation, basics. I see damn dead crapper depravity, in these non-statesmen/lady, non-gentle, C***ps. The world I can bear will bear them No more. None are feeling fondness toward the Bush's cabal. It's a rotten cabal. I'm tired of postponing therm serious reconstruction work that needs done, immediately. Get the hell out to the dunk heap! And I hate to do {!} that!!!

As Glenn wrote in the last sentence, "stupid war in the first place." True....

...Triumph Crap...

...Through dreary crap, and worthless waste, (Hiatt's)

And chicken and cow manure, the dreary neocon can be traced.

...Triumph Crap...

A bag of synonyms is right: W.T. sounds like Homer: balls on privates, squeezed, balls ate by scrounge dogs, swineherd dung, feathered nuts...etc., and "well spoken, too," I censor just in case the minors has visited GG's daily windrow compost site.

Homer. In book 18-- The beggar chapter, in the "Odyssey."

A bag of s***! dead hit? d***! drags on the ground as H**TT crawls low on a pair of knees in C***! Steel heart. No B****! Pernicious Creep! Kisser upper. A swath of indulgent Sl***! Glib S***! 'Um snuff CR*pers for lunch!

Easy W.T., or you will have to do CPR and they got Cr*per breath. Continue to show them No respect. WHY should a sane moral person respect such lowly creepers?

The ilk are of low esteem. When a good hot-compost receives a chicken beak, a claw-foot, or a Red Bloody Rooster's Crowned Head, it, I was told today by the community windrow Mennonite, it, (bone cartilage) will decompose within 24- hours! Then when all is cooked properly and treated, the c***, turns organically sweet. Honest.

m.i.a. is a private doing the cr*p for the nonuts generals careerist lifer who snoozes at the BIQ, gets sopped at the VIP, and is escorted by the madman's to the Petrina Whore House suite. Yet. It's very true, and that's the gospel truth.

The neocon's are not true patriots, nor are they conservative...They don't even compost. They eat shit, dis-ease, bad leaven mix, gonna-rhea, and su**** off a Popsicle stick! And W. T., I never knew you'd say s**t! Good controlled anger is like a fist. Yep.

I imagined I saw Private Fred Hiatt missing in action digging in Afghanistan in a S**t pile wanting something to e*T! Stick it to 'um and Private Hiatt has bad breath! Hiatt wears orange-bib-overalls, goes down the rodent's hole, and sits in neocon compost piles. He may have a pair of shoe-shine, Pattin leather, but they are bad-will Penny Loafer. Oh Hi-hew-haul for the Hanny Penny's. Cra* flows raw via his stinky brown li*s! Anguish.

I had such a nice morning doing errands at welders, and found great sources of manure. Everything is local, and available. Then I come to the Salon to read all the s***! Crap. I lied.

Bless me with a fistful of chicken wings for a hot-compost, for I have lied. Forgive me. Hope the Foley's don't follow me from here to the Penny's hen house. Don't speak to private Hiatt's ilk in person because the vermit bugs might cling to a liberal l*p. A "tiny bit" of a white lie is okay, right? I hope.

Me out of here. gads.