Or they all go miserably insane. Speak irreverently at these lowly beast. Truth.

I just discovered powerful looking binoculars for a closer look at seagulls fly and flirt. It is so enjoyable to watch then fly, court. Sea birds even bite each other's beaks.

I think of the poem, 'Parable of the Four Posters' by Erica Jong. Why? She wrote, 'Fear of Flying' which was a depiction of mid-life. (FEAR OF TRUTH) Erica once said, "a thinking smart women ...realize men think the world is designed for them to rule, ruin, and domnate."

They are wrong. Erica declares "NO matter what men whine about...if it be a father, son, et cetera..."

[the neocon]-- is a pitiful and sorry things. I agree.

Also: "They are led around by dicks. The follwers of dicks brains go soft. They are ill-tesosterone-war-driven." Courage is within Erica Jong? Yes.

The Parable of the Four-Posters that Erica Jong wrote is less irreverent, but contains a bunch of truth. It is proper to 'mock' The Lie.

I agree.

Speak from our inner spirit that is begging for expression.

I'll get so my good neighbor stays pleasant and remains hospitable. Bush in Irag: The speechwriters for im forgot to add:

*The troops will be able to come home early... all wrapped up in black rubber body bags...

It is all about Dicks lust for oil...

I realize a physical sark-flesh carnivore man/women never developed the mind/spirit aspects of themself. A mule-dick animal-- throughout history, has been nicnamed MULE-DICK.

All agrarian males raising their families in a village in past BC times-- were heard in unison in the morning meadows plowing along in the tatter fields...It was like a lyrical song they sang which was set to cadence..."Get Up Dick...Get Up Ya' Damn Lazy Mule-Dick..Get Up Dick."

Nowadays-- Get Stock in a Get Up The Dick Pharmaceutical...CEO's...Get TO Hades...Hell To The Limp Dicks.

Try to Google (?) The Parable Four-Posters? Gads.

It is safer to watch seagulls court or mabe just use wood chop-sticks instead of plastic keyboards? I will not think aloud about Condi-Circe and the DC swine.

I got so embarrased after my last post, came back, and then used another computer that said something about wanting Cookies?

No thanks. I'm full, Thank you anyway. I thought Salon may have been angry. Some people get prickly sensitive about proper words.

Opinions hurt.

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But your remark about the UN and WMD's- A Canadian, Steve Steinback, wrote that for some years (eleven) WMD's were stored in a Midtown NYC Manhattin closet. He is from Toronto. He wondered if GWB may invade NYC? The United Nations weapons inspecter have finally found deadly hazardous chemicals weapons in UN office buildings about one block north of the UN Headquarters.

Honest.

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Yellow Dog. I miss DevilDawg an other mutts... The American lady that left $ 12- million to her dog named Trouble actually would make 3 cents on the dollar if her dog named Trouble moved into Canada. The math on a dollar exchange used to be about a 35- cent profit for tourist. When I visit friends here I hate to remind them I'm from bush country. Canadians begin yelling and snarling at me as if I was an American canine dog.

It's ruff.

I'd move to NS permanently and enjoy dog-chow scallops if I were a Yellow Dog like you. You need to get hooked-up with a sandy-haired NS duck mutt. Or, how about the American mutt named, Trouble? You could have every bowl of whatever you dogs eat filled brimming full...

... I bet there is a butcher around who would carve you a Great Side of porky pine 'Red' meat? I came across a live porky pine walking across a road this time. There is NO reason in the world to run over a porky-pine! They walk across the road as slow as those crippled-brain politico's. You see them a mile away and think a skunk sat down to snack? Or, They look like a big black rock from a distance.

...There ought to be a law against people behavior like Dick Chaney and right-wing mental recks... They smash anything? In the old days when bluberry wine was mashed like vinyard grapes were in wooden vats in Italy...The rumor here is you could smell the rugged lady's and gentlemen's berry smasher feet.

O Good grief.

Yellow Teeth.

Blueberry stained Teeth. yum.

I guess it is time for daydreams.