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GoodCelery!
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Expert= former lil' crook turned to be a Big Drip Spurt crook.
[Read the article: How our seedy, corrupt Washington establishment operates]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I wish we'd ask the girl scout mothers' auxulliary in small towns and Union Hall Meeting Houses to run the big drips fawaway into the underground world of dark hellish 'ole belief in a Hades.
Sigh.
Sheol.
Walking in the rain earlier, I was stricken with the realization that the greedy DC's pro-war establishment are supporting the occupation of Iraq out of sheer greed, foolishness, or perhaps just an outrageous ingnorance. Criminals, I believe.
They are responsible for enormous misery. The suffering they are responsible for creating would make an honest man drop dead from a visitation from a real angry Mother Nature's whispering storm.
Scabs, stools, snoops...Expert Whatever...I convey my great disgust here @ the Salon. Thanks. And I convey NO apologies. Ya' got to express, use it, or ya' will losse it. Ya will a natural repressed bowell wind.
I'll wander-off again in the soft rain. The pine trees seem greener when they are wet. The moon is not to be missed this eve
if at all possible...Be gentle.
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S0- We can easily get confused in the Annals of history? NO. The neocons are to be shamed for what misery they visit upon a better world of humanity.
SO- A Allawi, a Malilki, a staff of experts working for Condoleeza, and now there is the avaraice (Greed) Mr. Zelikow?
Holy cow! Holy cock-crow three-times for three long trillion dark nights long? I wish a million to a trillion drips of hard-rain drops to drop one by one on the brain to torture war-mongers. I've NO control over that, but a Fierce Mother Nature, I wager, may get fed up as a non-pacifist? Now, I'll be clear. I have met the beast-side. I'm a father who'd NOT kill a rooster for a fried dinner if asked. I'd mash the tatters tho?
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The pines in the wind here @ N.S. sing a rare soothing music. The water noises flourish...calm the ears. I hate the war drums in any town.
The seashore is a Place to meet the seaman and the wise women who deseminate real gentle advice. The water provides a honest wage for a fisher's community. Seaman are like a farmer in many ways. I think of the proverb: The wise person will net a big fish and allow the small fish to go free. A fisher person knows a dead flounder not immediatly consumed to satiate the hunger will only rot and stink to the high heavens.
The theft and greed livlihood ends when the black maggot finishes off the fat-cat neocon thigs. Time can't be stopped. A real ear is meant to listen. We take in all we can from nature. A inner conscience is a quiet sense "speaking" in the personal head. Now, NO get confused, because that's not good if your a bloody psychotic war promoter. hint.
I say, those advocating bloodshed will get mysteriously payed back. A mystery is a personal mystery. hush.
Glenn, If ya' need some PineSol drip sap for a disinfectant, I'll risk sneaking a jug across the border?
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Toss the robbers of oil inside the Big Cage Slammer. I try to stay out of the library, but there is a time to be silent and a time to speak. My senses would go haywire, yours too, and I'd get belly aches if I repressed an emerging thought. My limbs would wither. We'd shrivel.
SO- Whatever we can do, we do. I guess I am yelling from down in the N.S. holler? And belive you me, whatever I had on my mind before I came to town... I forgot what I wanted to say...Peace.
The ocean sounds do have a pleasing non-stop murmur. There are time limits on the library computer. Anyway, if ya' can find the time, uncork a bottle of wine and stay home with a honest friend who can smile. I get sad for the neocon sneer persons. 'Um are big drips. What misery it must be to be forced to sit or eat with nausea in the presence of the killer greedy pro-war guys or girls. They have bloody lips?
I best get before a ex-spurt spy or guard-bouncer nic-named Brutus or Popeye show me to the back-screen library door...Ya would NO believe me if I tried to tell a honest story? It can get stranger than fiction...
...Respect Truth every day and ya' never, actually, in the final outcome of Life...no analize too much...But the crooks betray one another each and every day. NO get betrayed, I say.
I bet neocons everwhere can't cook and beat their poor wife? It may be true.
Speak Our Truth.