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  • Gary Kamiya

    [Read the article: It's OK to vote for Obama because he's black]
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    I enjoyed the read. I agree there are no humans who are the 21st century "savior" (last paragraph).

    Hillary won't call down from the celestial realm a chariot to solve the problems of a dark cloud era either.

    I turned this on and the front page was about "Dudes" doing a street jive hand shake. Then I entertained myself hoping the dudes don't do the Nam Jungle Dap, interlock the elbows, twirl around, and bang the bouncing hips. If Gary Owen is reading? G.O.? Use a Matel Toy Company plastic stock M-16? You can give the token blue-smoke shotgun hit 'puff' and hope they invite respectable people to clean the White House 55-gal. latrine and light a stirring rear-job assignment clean-up rear-detail?

    My hope is Fate sends the GOPs to the proverbial garbage dump in the Valley of Gehenna.

    The neocons and the sold-out membership on Capital Hill need to get...

    Let some good intended people fill the GOP vacancies. G.O. can be a cranky good gardener?

    Get some horse "cents" and use the barn cow dung to fresh greens in the White House yard.

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    Send the GOPS some Vicks VaPoRub? Gallop outta town before sunset. I'm tired of holding my nose. Jeez. Shhhh.

    What twitter.Argh.

    It's just that rabid grin on McCain annoys me worst than if a spaniel was under every Americans bed.

    What happens?

    Did a tick, mosquitoes, or a tsetse fly,

    come down from the clouds to bite YKW?

    Facial contortions on pro-Bush-thugs are as pouty as a mad-cow's udder? GOPS are utter failures and all the news is sour sputter. Opus had a scene of a nose glued to a loo-lid. The

    times do need a clean-up? Use a loofa sponge and some very strong lye soap until the murderous crew scream. The pro-war groups need to pretend they are brave "heroes" by sitting in a blood puddle and gurgle blood sounds of those who have died from the GOP LIES.

    Vote for truth even if it's a noisy toot from a pink zebra....I am glad I got an appointment and so are you? I'm hitting the foggy highway and late again... John McCain? Don't smoke a non-filtered pork-sausage "joint", stogie, or Camel tobacco product in a Moslem place of worship.

    Gary Kamiya is to blame for a good article.

  • I just got back from a Pizza Pie Tuesday Lunch Run.... OT?

    [Read the article: John King with Mike McConnell: Rare journalistic honesty]
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    I hope the warts on a dying King don't mean he won't have a chance in hell for a date?

    Was the Real McCoy Lady Clampett the mum of Jebbie, Jethro, and was her name Kitty?

    ~

    I forget. The King shits. The King Star in the night sky trails nine opposing stars.

    wow.

    When I bed-dream I 'm kissing, I plead for a second one. I want a third chance too.

    wow.

    I never lock the door at night. I'll crawl in bed alone rather than be a rich man's wife?

    wow.

    vise-versa.

    If the morning arrives and I've survived some jerkin and twitches from a few tsetse flies?

    wow.

    I'll bite some sliced potatoes. I'll boil them with green beans. Because to be "rich" is poor.

    O, La, la, la, laaaa!

    ignore me.

    I mean a non-benevolent king gurgles death throes some day and flushes the dung. Argh.

    I got to go. Howdy. doo?

    I slept like a log ash hot coal?

    hee, hee, 'um bloody red creeps.

    apologies. I blame Oscar the Grouch.

    I'll gallop down the road and let's not pout.

    GOPS are gonna be run outta DC real soon.

    I'm late. I need a second chance and another kiss?

  • Wired flip-flop.

    [Read the article: John King with Mike McConnell: Rare journalistic honesty]
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    William Timberman.

    Don't haul the bucking mule's dung pile stacked in the stables to make fertile any Marijuana blossoms that glisten in the sunshine. That's illegal. Some nasties puff on a donkey's log and think it's a Cuban blunt?

    I should stop reading because I'm always late for buttered string beans. I'm way rude and extra confused. Holy smoked cheese!

    I just being corny and honest, I hope.

  • Perfect time, in my opinion, to respect...

    [Read the article: Majority of Israelis want to negotiate with Hamas]
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    Note: I've had the great privilege to meet, speak, and learn from discussions with Robert H. Deluty, born and raised in New York City. He and His wife have two adopted Korean children.

    He has his Ph.D in Clinical-Community Psychology and is a professor at the University of Maryland, Baltimore County. He has written for: The Wall Street Journal, The Baltimore Sun, Welcome Home, The Journal of Therapy Poetry, Frogpond, Muse of Fire, Harpers, etc.,

    I share because the poem *Lessons. Mr Deluty has explained in detail to me (Below). Mr Deluty knows suffering and teaches via his gentle lifestyle and writings.

    He knows History. He is a gentleman who also... knows human Nature.

    Like the film..."Life is Beautiful"... Peace must be first within a person.

    (I am sure it's okay to share LESSONS. We recently spoke of war and the generational impact.

    ~

    Lessons*

    `

    He loved to tell the story of how,

    On his first day of Yeshiva

    In Poland's Jewish Ghetto,

    Mothers brought honey cakes,

    Shaped like the letters of the

    Hebrew alphabet,

    So that their children

    Would come to associate

    Learning with sweetness.

    A brilliant man, deprived by war

    Of even a high school education,

    He set foot on a college campus

    More than fifty years later to attend

    His first son's Ph.D. conferral.

    When introduced to the faculty,

    With utmost respect and pleasure,

    Be bowed.

    *His second son, now a professor,

    Remembers these stories

    As he teaches his his daughter

    Her ABCs.

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    ( I want to say, "His second *son, now a professor, and wrote the poem, I bow"...)

    from his first book, 'Within and Between'....