Letters to the Editor
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Never mind what anybody else thinks . . .
I think the girl on the boat is Joan Walsh.
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Gary Owen. Sir!
Doc has me diagnosed as a schizophrenic. Why? From reading Gary Owen. I use only black magic markers to draw flowers, sunrises, and chirping birds. The 'Welcome Home' doormat at the V.A. reminds me of a rot-oak board at the base of the Capital Hill Pig trough cafeteria feed fodder-bin.
It smells like a 55-gallon drum, half-full of donkey, and elephant fecal matter. What's it matter?
The V.A. mat says, "Honor a vet. Take care of those who bore the brunt of battle." It's a Hallmark Card welcome mat moment.
The side effects of the Chinese meds :?
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Renal failure, blindness, dripping dupe, flabby abs, rotting teeth and toes, seeping goo from a left calf, leaky ear drums, 24-hour nausea, and pernicious anemia, public vomit epidemics, enlarger fatty breast, green gunk dripping from both nose nostrils, black sandman eyes, insomnia, night screams from shooting leg pains, black toes, tic-responses such as loud uncontrolled... blood curdles.... screams, and normal perpetual Yelling ~ Oompa, Loompa!
Body parts itch and appendage parts dwarf.
cocktailhag is a lawyer and complains she needs to carry a telescope. I love her tho. She wears pink hair curlers, and dead-possum-fir coats that still have a natural dead carrion odor.
I use her as a U.T. psychiatrist.
If I ever meet her she gets paid with a bowl of 'Coco Puff' cereal.
Gary Owen. Today is a V.A. day. I'll moan and groan that you gave me ADHD? What's that? While at the hospital today, I'll get one of those white-wall haircut. At the V.A., the barber they hired there is a republican and has Limburger and wine cheese breath.
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I'll request the orthopedic doc to eat Tangerine Sours : It's a Altoids candy breath freasher.
I'll request the mortician in the basement to read Tom Tomorrow.: Apple Sours Altoids can be implanted in the anal cavity to stop the medication that creates the notorious side-effect renal squirts. I'll do the Heimlich maneuver on the ward nurses.
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I'll sin through the V.A. psyche halls
Aria is always a gentle opera style.
Sing aria. Quote Yiddish proverbs? ok.
Blame bipolar conditions on Greenwald?
You need to realize Glenn didn't go to 'Nam.
He's reading horrible right-wing punditry. I'd go to a Asian rice swamps again for a second or nerd tour... rather than have Glenn's blogger call in a brief life. If a lawyer was in combat, they be suffering chronic Play-Dow? huh. He'd have a spiked dog collar, drool, and chew Play-Doh as a hyper-arouse-PTSD symptom? He'd be using the F-word at www.Salon. Glenn may have pierced ears, nose, lip, belly button, and tattoos with a open shirt that shows off a hairy chest. I hate lawyers who twirl chest hair at book signing events. It's a sin. Glenn seems normal. What's normal? well, at least Glenn drinks prune juice at the DC 17th Street Cafe.
I showed him my legs.
My granddaughter says,
Papa, Your leg looks like,
smashed strawberries and blueberries.
Well Owen. Wish me luck. I'll wear a lime green blouse today and act normal presentable.
The Tattoo parlor is scheduled for latter in the day? Black barbed wire around my neck? Red Roses on facial cheeks? I'll see if the PX-canteen sells the outdated boxes of WW2 'Cracker Jacks' with Chinese hand cuffs. If so, I'll ask Salon for your e-mail address.
You are the hysterical one Opus needs to get to know. I erred the other day. Opus has his feather wings in Gary Owen pants. I forgot birds don't have paws or claws. Or. No fingers.
You are lucky the pants you wear are not full of 'Nam red sting ants. At least Opus feathers tickle G.O's watch-yer-called it? Yea. Well. White wall sideburns are back in style. Yak. Owen, you remind me of the state-men general, Yakuba Gowen. totally bonkers...