The Stone age era...~?~

For the Paleolithic hunter 10-to-12,000 years ago, the reindeer was an extremly important source of survival.

Meat, hides, sinew, and bones for tools.

The association with humans actually happened.

There is a history of domestication of species.

In the beginning the 'other' may be viewed as another to kill. Men hunt to kill still, and cloud the true meaning intent-steal.

Reindeer and humans migrate. Later, the beast reindeer were milked and cheese was manufactured. The beast will pull sleds, carry burdens (timber, stones, and foods slaughtered to other villages et.,).

A animal can be made to wear a saddle. Reindeer were used as beast of burdens in the first millenuim BC. Children in harsh times received milk by sucking at the does utters.

Are we just dumb? Are we outguessing the herds? There are wolves in human form devouring who they can manipulate and devour? It's a harsh enviroment? always.

We can't put all our eggs in a linguistic basket!

The computer age may not always be here. Who hinted?

And I have to agree!

Rindeer may not be on DC's or NYC's dining menue...yet...

I did eat Bison with some very friendly Canadians last week in Kentucky. It was braised, and brown, and I still can't believe I ate Bison. The Hospitable Ontario'ans were fabulous fun.

We had wine and whined. A elder eightish old geezer picked up the tab. He insisted. Thank him Mary and Robb again, okay?

HERE:

All I'm trying to say is we best not be skinny-stick figures...But the human-form of flesh and blood, bone, sinue, heart, and liver. It is best not be too arrogant. Or, a grown-up Mr/Mrs. smarty-pants!

As anoymous said a few days ago---Let's get some sinew-gut and catch some whiskered cat-bottom-feeder fish? Worms? okay.

The times are complex. If we survive the days intact...A future generation may thank us 'critters' who yearn for democracy, freedoms, liberty...and speak up while we still got a human tongue to implore a demand some reverence, and respect...Speak the Truth as we can perceive it.

That would be a major humble accomplishment and baby step forward?

I believe it.

One day, and one step at a time.

Remain cautious,

mindful too so we don't get made to be war-fodder or premature darn dumb dead.

My request. Pick up that baby. Don'y hug to hard. Hug a baby bear hug for me? A hug just firm enoughto burp some coagulated cottage cheese on you and grandma and grandpa. RMP wth grandsons needs some white yogurt on the shoulder. And blessing to you and that lucky "hubby" ...as you call him...Good to hear your I guess.

a belly,

button,

now normal,

a' probably breast feeding.

Sigh. Yawn. Goo, gaw, gee.

I feel very happy to read.

Can't call you a peep for bad 'karmic' hair skunk smell spray.

Bad post are neocon Not sustainable. You cause my song to be for some strange reason Alvin's Christmas holliday season lullaby?

Alvin! Devabab! Divadad! Nameste.

Alvin the Chipmunk sings Season joys for boys and girls.

Alviv will say take a break for bowl of warm Chicken Soup. Lunch.

Sing it readers: The Beltway Boys, telecoms, and all the unserious or insincere. Chorus.

Lawbreker Girls don't find Rhythm with 'them' creeps...How could they?

Hay, if we go back to donkeys and wagon sleds, we can feed Horse, Mules, and Pink Shetland Pony at the city Parking Meters Straw!

People and beast got to take a Lunch Break. Grank irritable people need to Sing with Alvin the chipmunk that song he sings

about making chicken soup.

Sip, skip, and hoola hoop.

Have a Merry Chipmunk Day.

Happy Ground Hog Day, greysky!

The Sun shines and smiles up there.

If ya's gotta go ya's gotta go!

The teeth begin to float if ya's don't leak off a porch.

I heard Harry Reid on the "News Hour" and need to go wee-wee.

If ya's hold the blabber within ya's accumulate a ugly spleen.

I need to not be a jabber or the neocons will discombobulate me?

If ya's gotta listen to Brooks/Shields, be prepared to oink and

squeal!

jibber!

Anonoymous. no boo.

A crow can't be scared of a neocon scare-crow! With the thoughts ya's thinking you not justa be all full of straw stuffing' and ya's seems to have had the Oz wizard give you a brain? To have been on the yellow brick road with apples and munchkins too long...?...!

I apologize muchkins. heh. Anoyamous, you not made of tin. Thank you very sweetly. Squeek. You need not ever apologize. If ya's bang on the chest ya's still got a heart.

ding. clank... Hear a thunk?

Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead? ignore me. The gop is history. No Gaylord do I see...in munchen neocon city. It is not a route in a city on a journey to Oz.

It is a time: politically, ethically,

it is immorality. heh. But Hoover?..

There are letters on a family 'archive'...

My deaceased Uncle had letters written to him from FBI Hoover.

~`

Buy a chimney sweeper a Hoover vacumn cleaner for Bad News `?`

Oh, ah, the lolly-pop kids, the neo-con lolly-pop kids never seem to grow up and act their age?

I know, it's so immature to say I'm gonna go on the Yellow Brick road to attend a jamboree and tamborine drum PotLuck Party. I act like my `iq`, and late late to a pot luck neighbor's event.

I need to act my age, and not my IQ?

I'm enjoying.

Well, who was it to say: Do not act like a old man with a poopy brain?

My deceased dad? Poor dad. okay - keep my lips buttoned and my zipper zipped!

Then my dang dupe 'pink pourpoise' don't hang out my bib overalls at a party. eh, karsick? bad? Fish.

I'll regret this and admit Life is too brief.

No read or spell check or allow as anything pertinent.

stooped.