They were strange Indians who lived in the pine forrest. They played music on the peepoogwen.

It was haunting, screechy, and the gruntsond was played in the miserable cold icicle season. The instrument was dark, hollow, and played in fear because of the surrounding.

The despised Mohawks threatened peace and tranqil days. People trembled, in the past old times of hate and warfare. Pundit Voices,

Sounds were Foreboding.

P.S. People longed to rest and sleep in peace like a Bullfrog. ~The folklore story comes from a book by Marion (deceased) Robertson. She tells mostly Canadian folklorist tales. I grabbed a book, 'Red Earth'...after your 'post'...

We Americans have allowed ugly ruin by a neocon Mohawk? There was a legendary chief named Great Chief Ulgimoo who use to teach in the Fall Season in the old days of the Mohawks. The days were warfare, killing, and land-stealing. Now, oil lands are pilferred. People had/have grievances.

There is no valor in the gop (GOP) era's promotion. People all over the planet are driven from their native birth lands. It's bleak. Others marvel it's allowed to continue, worldwide, and Why? Uglimoos's spirit was believed to lurk and torment those who advanced Death Principle.

In all lands there is the land guardian-called Kespoowit (Nova Scotia), but the name is Many...From the red earth grave a Spirit is believed to bring forth the demise of those who live the Lie. The legends outside western blandness tell of neocons ilk shuddering...The Little People, to make a Long Tale short- become angry and mount a good force to defeat the thieves...etc.,...

A beautiful good idea s THIS: A 'memajookum' is the soul within and it never dies. It is reborn again and again. It incarnates truth and abides inside as a comfort (Paraclete) ang guide... and if one must be a thinking in human terms of win/lose...the good soul (Memajookun) always, in actuality, reigns supreme.

ot. OT. okay. Oh!

I'm flashbacking.

There are rust flakes dropping off a Rusty Pepto Bismo?

It may be a Black Market can of Pepsi Cola, or if the canned drink wasn't so rusted, I'd know if it were a Mountain Dew, a Fanta Agent Orange from Momsanto, or a Old Millwalkee Light.

I did get a GI-Joe Buzz, and I'm ready for one of those General Petraeus night patrols?H may shop-lift Aqua Velvet After Shave Lotion to gulp from the PX or base Canteen.

Owen, so saddle up. Crawl out from the foxhole, put on a flag-lapel and a Boonie Cap...Charlie knows our forward obdervation position. Stop falling in the hole after a rusted bottle of Red Heinz Ketchup.

Charlie NSA V.C venture capitalist Cong, and Presidential hopeful Gigglyannie, are Gary Owen's backup tonight. Great!

Owen, Those rusty can-flakes on my lips are scratch and tasty.

Owen, Those grunts and gooks are thirsty and dinky boo koo. I love rusty looking lips.

Owen, when are gonna change your GI-name to Owen-Sugar-boy?

Then you can post @ Glenn's Unlimited Turbidity. You are missed there.

Just don't wear the water Rino head skull. Plow slow. You are bitter-rude, not sugar man. O, Boy. Was that dry chedder cheese and keroscene a good buzz. I'd drink that any day while sniffing a 55-gal tum of neocon fecal matter in the w.H.'s back yard. if you do volunteer, and I go to bed with the sneezes...okay?

edit, Gary Owen.

you? I'd love to,

And?

You? your name?

Thanks, Art James.

Oh, when they say peace, safety, oh, and then comes sudden distruction upon the strife laden creeps. War and strife resides within the frauduleant neocon trolls? Yes. I believe that too.

L'Aviation a Toulouse.

Gigi traversant la rue d' Alsace.

Love always,

okay. Peace.

huh.

In Vietnam hr good Medic gave a white or pink pill each morn. Well, one pill most soldiers spit out because ya'd get the running squirts.

O, we were told it curbed malaria. Yeaars later the truth be told. One morning pill was a upper amphetamine. It made it easiers to hack through several grids of bamboo. We were worst than a herd of jungle elephants.

Years later, while spending two months outside ( 1990 ) Hanoi constructing a Medical Friendship Health Clinic bombed in 1972, the gentleman interpreter mentioned, the North Vietnamese knew we young soldiers did not know what we were doing in their Motherland which they ( peasant farmers ) were defending...GI-Joe's had no idea...

Nixon lied.

The peasants watched us 'hump' in the jungle with amazement, and never wished to kill us.

We were lied to and totally ignorant of the real facts.

It is important to say, generally, the first day in country we/most 'grunts' served honorably. We knew immediatly, we were Betrayed.

Most soldiers never aimed the plastic stock-money-maker, m-16 Matell made, gi-issued gun.Money. Wall Street does not give a hoot.

I admit. You'd had to have been there.

But no, say No to lies and warmongers.

Thanks for a listening to another rant.

Be baby sat...

Credit where credit is do, and incrementally, more and more, hopefully...can be observed...Let's hope.

Michelle Maulkin. She said, "We are all fallible. We all make mistakes. They were XXL ones." Yes.

Paul Daniel Ash. Schopenhauer is great if only to 'get a handle' on where each individual ought to be ( allegory ) ( wisdom maxums ) at the various chronological age of one's life.