The world is made up of many educated derelicts.

But other do, and to do something...the marriage of the two...Others are qualified to comprehend, and and they do...

it's a time to hush and listen to learn...

I thank those who do the research...

The Moon was a torrent of darkness that was ghostly on a windy night, tossed along...a highway man? Alfred Noyes...

okay- hush. bedtime,

My response:

No cupcake snacks, no radio, no t.v., and go sit in the barn corner on a bail of hay. Sit under the rafters where the chickens roost...

Go look out the window at the Moon. No radio music. And a early bedtime.

Kovie etc.,

You 'speak'...

The Market Truck has returned with breads, mushrooms, cheese, yogurts, and we are argueing over how to share the bartered goods.

I mispell- no hoyes, Alfred Noyes.

The Highway Man- this is way way way off topic! Please. The Moon will always be here.

Fisa is dark and needs clarity and light shone...upon crimes.

The Moon peeps out from the dark clouds. NSA are dark creeps.

I read a Nov. 15th, Wa/Po article By Louis Romano.

It has aphotp of Tony Carbonetti's personal key advisor. He is said to be the archetypal alter ego == a stocky ,cards on the table New Yorker who conveys absolute authority in his main are of expertise, Rudy.

He's said to swallow a room when he enters it. He's affable, and the final buffer, between an exacting, edgy politician, and the world. He takes the heat. He knows what the candidate likes to eat, what sets him off like a Fourth of July rocket, and when politicians sleep. Tony is called "Carbo."

I know there is 350 plus days left to slog along on the campaign trail, but can I recommend something more entertaining?.

Barbie and the Nutcrackers is a sasonal DVC. Has anyone ever saw a bumper sticker that reads:

I Love (a red Valentine heart) RUDY? or CRONIES fer HADES!

It is squishey.

The cheese is soft and squishey.

wow- can we grow okra indivually,

wrapped, in a squishey, dingbats?

It can help the economy, tin-foil, yep!

An emotional breakthrow, O, wow.

O, No insensitve Louts around, anymore?

O, call, The Bush Better Bussiness Bureau?

This is so sweet. O, thank the Administration.

I believe we people are tune-ing into compassion?

O, the administration is so sweet to finally wake up.

I stopped in a reputable establishment a hour ago to buy a after-market treat-- a six pack of Samuel Adams Cream Stout.

The Lady at the counter mentioned to her side-kick kitchen helper it will be a Fiasco tonight.

I asked, 'What will be a fiasco [?], and I'll let it go in one ear and out the other. I just want to not be nosey but, a bit wiser." She was West Virginian pleasant person and smiled to say, 'She has to cook in the kitchen with a real bitch tonight.' O.

I spent some good conversation with land-poor farmers today. We spoke of names like: Sir Albert Howard, Wendell Berry, Lady Eve Balfour, J.I. Rodale, Rudolf Steiner, and in Japan, Mokichi Okada.

Essentially, they agree Global Industrilization is the wrong direction.

Then, so far behind (Iam), just checking in/out...here, there is demented Joe...kind-Klein, sigh, and

Oh, gads.

so 'screwed-up?

O, pesticide 'um! Oh, no, but, gads,

How do they get so Corn-Confused-up?

and plain darn fantasy delusional? huh?

Seriously!

Today I think Opus headstormed with the cartoon Pickles?

Shave only 25 % of the body and save time to read blogs.

Shave half the face, one leg, one armpit, and half the back.

Then ya's have more time to enter the blog-world and comment?

I'd not want to mislead the gop mentality, but, shave the legs and enter a leg-beauty contest? Joe Klein might just win a Nobel Prize for one-shaved leg?

O, but no sing the Hokey=Pokey once in the wood coffin. The dead put the left foot in the coffin and shake it all about, and then the right-wing elbow tries to fling erh=self outta the death-box to do the boogie woogie, and the left foot flops outta the coffin box!

Oh, mercy on me...

I got some salsa, pumpernnickel bread, and some creamed honey flavored brandy...

and who would ask for anything more?

Who dare ask for anything more than that, would be merely crazy...