Ordinary people, lie dow, wake up, fry a egg, fry a brain, a shoe lace breaks, and you may stare out the window for hours, days, and then one can change.

Some days you are feeling ya's entered the twilight zone. Ya's pet the little puppy shooter, get in a tin rattle trap pick-up truck, and drive to anywhere to sort through a life? Sad eyes, moaning, and the world of private thoughts may become petrifying? Thoughts come racing fast as a loco=train. Where can one go?

A newborn babe brings joy. Then ya's see war images. You feel gnarled, twisted, and as old as one can be...You burst into tears? One may feel unworthy to know joy, and instead you sense a lone wonder and Fear?

The pains become the teachers. One can not survive in a world without opening-up to love towards other human beings. Visit the graveyard in a rusted old truck, a greyhound bus, or drive a black mercedes? Pay respect to the dead. Slow walk and be honest. Touch one's own heart.

Why I write this? Because the hate and wars must end. As someone said, we are a human family of diversity. We People wrestle and we need to demand we are honest, and we see each-other face to face...Integrity...And a individuals Life is preserved! It don't mean Nothin' or it means everything...We People need to express our deepest dreams. Peace. Thanks.

Written while my Granddaughter insisted she toe-nail paint my nails red. Why? Maybe she thought I'm off-topic and may begin chewing my toe nails? Who knows? A child will lead.

How to make it to the White House.

Destiny and Fate are not, historically speaking, respectable concepts. Zachary Taylor wanted to be the President. The lusterless beginning of his career gave no forecast of his if its surprising end. He had no respect for polk-weed eater and Commander and Chief President James Knox Polk.

On Christmas Day, after battles with Seminoles Indians in swampy swamps in Florida, Zack Taylor attacked Chief Alligator's warriors in the black slime and tall grass near Lake Okeechobee. Zack Taylor was given the rank of brigadier general.

He was written up, given a catchy nickname, and an immortal song was written for the presidential contest of 1848:

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I think I hear his cheerful voice,

"On column! Steady! Steady!"

So handy and so prompt was he,

We called him Rough and Ready.

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_zack_ why did I want to say that?

Zack Taylor would go livid. He defied.

He was elected 12th president of the U.S..

In his own words...He said, 'Providence'.

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It may not be historically proper of a word? Why?

What's on-topic? Get the GOPS to pack their bags.

24%?

A study by Scarborough Research indicates that San Diego, California, is is the 5th highest organic consumption city; 24 percent of adults buy healthy, non-chemical, food. We are what we intake? That's either words or what is eatable? Yes.

Is it any surprise that the nation's first organic (holistic) organic "fast food cafe" chain has 8-locations in the city, plus kiosks at two universities (Ohio State?). O, Organic To Go! We are what we read (intake-assimilate) and consume-intake!

GOPs who run for the White House residency are eaters of rotten eggs? Yes. GG is not a blunt smoke, but rather a sharp law-shrink!

Yahoo. Yip, Yip, Ya-how, yack yack,

you!

okay. I'll go back to the farm feedlot.

Organic how-youza' will forgive me?

Youze are supposed to. Thanks, merci!

In a effort to raise awareness and build grassroots support for wholesome 'food for thought' there was a group formed called "The Organic Valley Family" of farms and they developed a project called Cows Unite.

Its "Bovine Bill of Rights" to counter death: chemicals, synthetic hormones, pesticides, antibiotics, and corporate-killer GM feed for HUMANS and BOVINE!

Hay, better for horses and cows? www.cowsunite.org

Hey, we will be okay...Let's sure do some hopping. moo.go.gops.soon.

What human utter cow-flop failures......................moo........................!

Yep. A flop.

People.

To underscore just how anti-people modern GOP modern politics is, we should note that the United States now has nearly twice as many people incarcerated as the number of farmers. "A"

About 2.5 percent of the population is in jail, whereas only about 1.5 percent of the population is farming. The organic grower is not even measurable?

Doesn't it make a bucking Texan Rodeo audience proud? Are we exporting death-policy?

A just wanted to throw a ot-sideline politics, there, just in case we people are snoozing!

Che Pasa?

Sure. We snooz!.

Attend a bucky1

Oh, ah! A rodeo!

A male who does not eat 'density nutrient' food can unknowingly be deficient in nutriment such as simple, natural, Zink! (sp)

A commercial grower may grow oranges etc., etc., een mango's, figs, and for quantity production, however, the fruit etc., may be nutrient deficient.

More commercial money! More Filthy Lucre! More Money! Yet!

Beware. Consumers.

No flavor or taste? Production, maybe. More filthy money, and that only....

If food lacks Zink a male's c*ck may just hang a dangling? heh.

Yet, he lacks natural nutriments. But NO zest or natural zink...

No zink! Oh, NO. Trouble? I'm no nutritionist or culinary cook.

Oh, who knows why co*ks fail?

Zink deficiency? Maybe. O, it's a male's snail thing? a wagging 'ting?

A failed prostrate?

Oh, ah, O, maybe?

I'm no gynecologist.

gads.

Enough.

adios.