'Um Are serving kook-aid? It's a neocon Kristol glass Pitchers...scandal. impeach. O, peach snaps? no. stay sober.

The neoconservative misfits 'pitch' neocon-poison-spit-screwballs...

The rumor in DC is they are 100% bonafide bonkers-insane, according to the Latest edition if The AMA's approved Diagnostics's Statistical, APA approved, Psychiatric Manuel.

YOW~'um have been publican, and publicly diagnosed as totally insane-bonkers. Yes.

okay. What's next?

Oh, impeach? okay.

no sip peach sops.

Let's hope? okay.

Or is this a 'show' of the left and right, ETC.,

Oh, humn. Those-out-fielders playing a old-sport.

At the congressional ball park-game?

The baseball all-'star' politicians,

chasing full throttle~a'field mouse?

halo-jaw-yawgoo-ya, dodo, halo-Toot-ha-ache!

I toothy-hoopla-no-a-knot? no me-iowa' to hula!

gracious.

You borrowed the strip from 'Denice the Penance's' ideal?

A suburban neighborhood of 50-years ago.

I am pulling a all day and all nightie.

It's a good thing there are chores to do.

I'll wash clothes and scrub the floor,

and come here all bored too. It's tempting to comment about dirty John McCain running out from a furry dc whore house but, I was thinking I either was gonna write WayLay a gentlemanly nice letter, or give the 'paganchick13' a call on the Salon-hot-date section? There on the non-gold member add front page, you see some wine-o gale-o gals who may help me clean up and play with miniatured doll houses?

I'm off to fields and green pastures.

O, Sing: Onwego into the wild green yonder...

off to find a flock of health geese...o gads.

What a profound written wild-cluck-duck comment?

I anticipate with a gasp and long to hear what pleasant

Anonymous will come up with to say?

He's probably the crooked-bent-mayor.

If anonymous ask you to go off with him/her to some Southern latifundium,

tell him no.

that's a dumb idea.

WayLay. I just discover the Salon Personnel Section. You can seek a cook who lives within 2-miles of you? It's a great addition to Salon.

adios. Hasty LayVista.

I agree. I recommend to all to not respect a draft.

The crooked will wiggle out from it. The sons of certain "privileged" classes from my high school days took physicals the same day as I did. They were never in the war.

Of course I don't blame them but...pappy intervened. They became surfers and honey-coated peanut CEO-vendor's with a pet-monkey.

~

Recently, a rural friend had grand-jury duty for several months?

I'm not able to recall how long? It was a considerable duration. She told some very interesting "confidential" stories to me in the corn field (corn has ears). What shocked me was how many 'informants' there were around in our rural county. It almost amounted to...if you were a social bar-hopper or attended normal social events...there may be several informants for each party-person. The local too police thrive with the 'snitches' input...

I'd not trust...no smooch in tatter fields. The eyes watch you too...farm anyway and make ya's way to the Northwestwoods and kiss a Derbig lip Mooser? I agree? Maybe no. A Farm Show tomorrow! Kiss farmer daughters or their mothers! No trust politico's.

When I'm on the Interstate and see drivers with French cuff and gold cuff-links holding the steering wheel I'd play is real safe.

Call Newspater Reporters! re'port all strange comments @ Salon.

You can buy a microphone @ Radio Shack? No go to a Dc jail house? Dial Fox news T.V.'s weather ladies. Tell the local cops we are being threatened by thunder storms. The allies are here. Maybe we are already invaded by the French Foreign Legion. It's best to not trust anyone? Remain home and hide

under the bed alone.

No trust your wife.

She thinks your crazy.

I think you also are onto something-o! Great idea. I'll spread the news.

This Spring break let's suggest to the fbi graduation class that all the agents who are under the age of 4-years-old begin creating a new American alphabet?

Then we all can have some interesting spoonfuls sips,

and bowls of neo-alphabet celery-soup with dark-red-port.

The enraged red-head-Grandma's neo-CEO's Foundation says somebody is crazy.

A non-profit 501-3-C

mike-in-port-C support group can Help?

Do a Yahoo Gurgle Search and you will 'C' if they think-Yes or no? Take their Crazy test for free. Move to Greenwich's towns and alien village and be happy. It's too crazy for me.

Call FISA? They can debate if you are crazy? Or if your wife thinks GWB is...goofy. Ask Mr Goo and Mr. Yoo. They may know.

Your not crazy. I should not Tease you. Don't worry.

After the national spelling 'c' therapy session ends...

Each sane American will receive a free oversexed C-shirt.

The C-shirt will be saying gop-neon's are are all bad Sleazy.

They sneeze on the computer window. Gross. Hand them GOPS a C-shell and hear the ocea roar with anger. a,b,t,d this is sure dumb.

One touch of Nature makes the whole world kin. W. Shakespeare.

The Earth laughs in flowers. R.W. Emerson.

I'm just saying a avocation is helpful. I watched enough of Mitch, McCain, Chamey's PICNICK crowd...

it will make a person ill.

Then I accidently saw a brief report from Bush's PR tour.

He dares mention he has "compassion"...? Bush says he feels for the storm victims.

The cable T.V. will disease a person if the wretch-pundits are listened to as a steady "diet"....

The total opposite of a ill

GOP gathering is a gathering of gardener/farmer/...one tuned to Nature.

I just wanted to try for one moment the fast speed Internet service. I'll go back to thr Farm "show"

Kathleen Frank has donated a 30" X 30" Brush Valley Cows that will be auctioned at the farm conference. The exhibit makes ya's want to climb a fence and pet moo cows, horses, and sniff flowers...etc.,

No swim with leg hung out over the swiming pool? I'll visit a algae pond and chase tadpoles or splash the crappy catfish? Out/OT/Over.