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Sunday, Nov 8, 2009
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Published Letters: 4495
Pete the hen seems to feel happy she was mentioned by William T..
She's back-kick scratching the compost pile and can't keep up either.
Pete the hen needs to invest in a yellow bulldozer with a front end loader.
She's gourmet dining and flinging, stroking, and reflecting on the Red Rooster.
I'll go and rub a 4-leaf clover with a rabbit foot and start smoking cigarettes for stress.
Don't burn the barn down or catch the pants on fire. okay. Respect. What a nice Sunday.
The Mennonites stopped by to ask why nobody goes to church. Mr. Strite's wife call me hippy.
She grows flowers so I call her a flower child hippy Mennonite Lady... who wears a black dress.
Chocolate milk recipe: Go to the back of a gal cow and pump the milk tail up and down. Goo-
Ga. Gee. Ga. Sigh.
I'll sneak a beer.
I like you but.... I'm late too. Yes. My home computer is dead? Why? Ask Glenn? No.
He's cranky.
Maybe some 'menses' snob at the department of corrections can fix it if I land there?
I say, 'Grow garlic bread sticks. Smoke them while it's still legal to smoke garlic bread'...
Don't shock ex-flower child Mennonite hippy. No smoke illegal cauliflower on a chocolate stick.
I am late again
I tease again too.
Gads.
Next -- These "high-level-ethical" wing-dings may call Beethoven a barbarian who eats raw red-beets with a wild boor?
A commenter mentioned dining.
I agree a comparison can be made? yes.
Civility, originally was a political notion.
A citizen (Latin 'civis' "citizen" ) was to have a respectable deportment. The crude, barbarous, rude, coarse, violent, disorderly, undignified, bestial and etc., was confronted in order to elevate fellow-humans from a primitive subhuman 'animalis' bad-animals. Base. Lowly. Animality. Scurrilous.
The idea is that a evolving Person desires honest constructive critiques. But, a base creep may walk on two legs but is not a UPRIGHT human with backbone and inner (sterling) character. No one is perfect... Some crawl to low depths... A good person hates flattery (flatulence) and would prefer a gentle poke in the 'snout'... so to improve him/her Self.
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To confront in a blog, or at a Table, another eater-guest, was always the proper mannerism. It is actually a courtesy that Glenn and others are doing... It's blog/table courtesy, propriety, and politeness to say what is true... We are in a shared mutual society. Relate. Be introspect. Be circumspect. Shun evil intent. Edify, and try not to devour and tear apart another person. It is a interesting "critique" about a primitive would bring a whole carcass to the table. A animal assassinates at meals? How about informing Obama how to Look Better in the public eye?
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In barbaric times: a greasy fork, a bowl of hot-scalding-sauce, and a pointed knife was a potential dangerous weapon.
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It does get nauseating sometimes here just reading. Burp. Hiccup, and real bad 'impropriety' does go on at the Pub, Tavern, and Salon? I still enjoy a visit though... In fact, my fingernails are dirty. heh.
Oh, but who doesn't search for tactful 'speech' or rather kind-words that improve/uplift 'our' social relations? Well? Some critters seem real low-base, crude, and relish in mean attacks. There are some shifty
eaters? There are people who Yawn with un-chewed rice in the mouth, and some people stare at 'others' food?
It's a great-various buffet?
A bad joke. Humor is nice.
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A troll goes to a smorgasbord and sees what 'others' are eating and begins to holler and scream in a public Place.
"Hay, I want to eat that!"
Bad manners.;
That's real barbaric rude?
It's like getting married?
See what other got and,
we people say, "I want that!"
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If we approach a Table with 'others' anywhere, we/me resent those at the Table (tetra + peza means table), with humans who manifest 4-foot poor behavior: biting, dirty knuckles, sloven, fidget, break wind, cough, pick the teeth with a knife, clean dirty toenails with a fork, spit, slobber, throws food, licks the dish of W.T. etc., or endorses the GOP insane mentality. Serious. no slurp. boors. In old barbaric times, a boor with a apple in the mouth, was dumped on the dining Table.
I'm just getting here.
The analogy seems fit.
The other day you asked if I knew It was Doc. Seuss's birthday? I am senile. I forgot. Some day we may all be so senile we forget what we argue about?
Anonymust.
The Yertle the Turtle thought was in relation to a trip to MacDonalds for a Happy Meal.
The paper money was icky-brown because a Hershey candy kiss melted in my pocket.
I hate dirty money.
I get one real kiss?
Yes. It's fair?
A chocolate creamed eclair is real messy.
My reason for sticking a few candy kisses in my pants pocket is a barter method trick.
If I give a candy kiss for real kiss from my Granddaughter.... I'm as happy as a turtle? heh.
Everybody needs a innocent slobbering kiss, right Kitt?
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I handed a sticky dollar to the fast food clerk and needed to lie?
I blamed Yertle the Turtle's tail for crawling around in my pants?
A white lie is okay? Petition the government even if they seem deaf.
I need to go to the library to pay late-fee-fines. I hope FISA don't care if I borrow a Reader Guide or a TV Guide?
Why does NSA listen?
I blame al-Quida Q-tips?
Much of the initial coverage about Fort Hood turned out to be wrong. Is there anything wrong with that?
The accountability imposed by another country for the CIA's kidnapping and torture reveals much about our own.
Fox News' morning show plays to type, talking about whether Muslims in the Army should face "special debriefings"
The survivor and author is upset about comparisons some on the right are making to genocide
Once seen as a lunatic fringe, reactionary anti-women groups are courting respectability
Salon headlines in your mailbox
