Letters to the Editor

• Tsk. On the way to the library I saw a dead Porky-Pine.

  [Read the article: Warrantless surveillance and the new Coretta Scott King disclosures]
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  No skid marks? A porky pine lawyer? Merci-my, What a nice rainy drizzle.

  Then: The GG Update? I read in a outside the country newspaper that a White Maltese dog was left a 12 million dollar Trust Fund! Yes. I know it was what I read. A weathly hotel owner wanted to express dog-gone compassion. Maybe that canine can be the next Attorney General? That is enough to be a GOP candidate for a guard at the dog prison? I irritate myself some day with raw cynicism.

  Those big smacker left to a DOG/GOP will buy votes @ the local DC dog-catcher convention. Think of all the fine biscuits and canned chow victuals for the GOP. Pory want a cracker?

  A AG named Trouble. Fate is fickle. maybe a vice presidential running mate for a Repub VFW saloon bar-snack @ The next Foreign Legion hoopla (?) can-can be named Trouble! A money maker bumper sticker? A Trouble slogan banner @ a GOP announcement of TROUBLE for the presidential running mate? Shad-up. okay. You right. A fool/idiot/sage or green sweet basil always blurts out too much on the Internet. gads.

  I stopped and paused to observe the expired porky-pine (sp?) on the way here. Ya don't see many expired hides with pricks. I'm not saying any bad words. They are loaded with pin-needle-pointed pricks as a self-defence. I thought: With a wood tanning rack stretcher, a mix of proper hide cleaning mixtures, I'd learn to tan a dead hide?

  I thought: What a beautiful hat? Frontier's man Daniel Boone came to mind. The prick needles are good defence in the rain? Ah, shucks...that's a bald-face silly thought...(.( ~sorry~ ).)

  Get back on Topic! Go call the FBI and talk on the phone like you stutter like a jackhammer? huh? Go see a speech brain pathologist.

  MAD HATTER!

  It is wise to have associates in lowly and high places. I get like mad as a hatter reading about the lingo of bureucrats. Why don't they wash up @ a birdbath? The bloody hands politico's have been as prolific as the blood sucking mosqitoes. A FBI agent told me nicely, "My boss is the Attorney General." Well. Protect USA- No tap us! Hands tied? Okay- QUIT and get another job. Forget about the good/miseble pension plan.

  O, Go gulf!

  Off-Topic: The paramedic told me that self-inflicted head wounds splatter grey matter into other rooms as if dead-brains will bounce into other rooms...The dead wrinkled brains of crooks and liers will be found in all corners of a Congress or a white house shack? gads. She convinced me that post-Trauma is a epidemic in DC and elsewher in the whole wide world.

  I hope the librarian puts up a finger and screams at my brain, "Shush!"

  Well, I remembered to sigh. My personal dossier says the FBI makes conference calls. They will call your home or meet you to talk. O, MY O Me- The agent body posture? Well...

  ...A Mad Hatter agent tilts to the left foot, open his blazer...What do ya' see? A shoulder holster! Yikes!

  I go back home to think: A dead dog can't speak. I go think: It is best to un-hitch a long-ear-red-mule and just hope to only smell lanolin fragrance instead of 'ole mule farts? Yep. I best send this. I'll take a leek in the indoor flush-spring.

  I a Mad Hatter. If ya' leave the library and forget the porky-pine prick hat on a tree-hat post...I hope it is GoodLuck! O, my Gads Zooks!

  It must be the blueberry wine? A little rain water, sunshine, earthen soil, and a bit of cultivatiing labor...A Miracle. The real mircle is to walk not on waves of rough waters, but with a real calm stride on our two feet.

  Happy Labor Day.

  Permalink Friday, August 31, 2007 10:23 AM