Letters to the Editor
GoodCelery!
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"God guard me,"Yeats wrote, "from those thoughts men think/In the mind alone..."
[Read the article: Larry Craig's bathroom behavior and the right wing -- then and now]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Cliff, know!
I will not write a bitter butter lyric about the best butter is NOT bitter.
I like the Salon GG 'site' too because it is a source for personal growth and political, social, and cultural renewal. I read but am leary of over-commenting. I don't want to be deported.
The "ugly" topics are handled with refinement, kindness, and strong retorts of defense or verbal surgery is to learn about others hearts. If a cancer tumor needs a sharp knife lance, a 'healer' can deliver a medicinal/spiritual service. Healing is perennial.
Eternal rest comes fast enough?
Perhaps we do take another form?
Getting close to any ill is necessary. It is to touch the pain. A insighful awarness makes one come alive. It is best to be alive before we are dead? Spiritually speaking, of course. A remedy.
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Cliff Butter. My appreciation:
In the Dover Cliffs of W.S. passage in the fourth act of 'King Lear' Edgar is disguised as a Bedlamite lunatic and his father, the Earl of Glouchester, is despaired and about to jump off a cliff.
He intends to destroy himself. It got that bad. Life was tragic. Pride, smug credulity...and it always will only lead to ruin. It is the spirtual blindness. Misery. No external rich bank account will give joy.
Only big grief. A
King Lear's grief--
The crows and choughs that wing the midway air
Show scarce so gross as beetles. Halfway down
Hangs one that gathers saphire, dreadful trade!
Metinks he seems no bigger than his head.
The fisherman that walk upon the beach
Appear like mice, and yond tall anchoring bark
Diminshed to her cock--her cock, a buoy
Almost too small for sight. by W.S.
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The idea is the so-so, so-called "smart" think-tankers, hicks, urbanites, politico's, or any big-ego need, at some point, according to Nature, to peer deeply into a mirrow and ask, "Who is in there...the body...Who really am I"?
The cliff can seem dizzy and scarey. To get to the edge and jump is cowardly. BTW- The jump was a few feet. There is so much in that Dover Cliff story...Madness. Repent the self-destructiveness is the dominent theme... OR, people will become the proverbial real "fiend."
I'm a fan of people who write honestly too. I'm a good butter fiend? Who don't shout for joy at the idea of real love and sex?
Now that is bread and butter.
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Ya heard Gonzales retired? Did you hear on the CBC news the story of the American tourist neocon who got bit by a poisonous sting-ray on the butt? He read in a think--tank AMA medical journal that if that ever happens to YOU, RUN, GO Get a friend to cut a lance at the bite site!
Plead with any friend to suck the 'site' of the sting-ray bite or ya' will surely die. The entire Atlantic Province area said to the visiting politico, "Bye."
P.S. shutup. next the laws won't let ya' pee off a rural hick's porch?
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Glenn. I just read your response to Cliff. Clear. That's not always easy.
[Read the article: Larry Craig's bathroom behavior and the right wing -- then and now]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Pull down thy vanity, it is not man made courage, or man made order, or s/he having grace. Pull down thy vanity, I say pull down. Learn of the green-world what can be thy place...Ezra Pound, Canto. I say you eat humis and are humble enough...a good stick figure in a dark cave when she and he premordials were not yet blogging.
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Your helping to bring down the lofty and help teach humility. Your the only layer who clucks a good brown egg-site? huh. If you were a rooster or a hen-gift of a egg, I'd say, "Thanks for the brownie" Glenn.
If I get too goofy, tell me to paint my big toe nail orange and my little pinky pink? Maybe the others green? I'll shine shoes instead of read blogs? I'll be a manicurist at Capital Hill and bite finger nails? I'll wash white coller criminals shirts? Maybe I can get work at sowwing buttons on Chertoff's blouse? I'll sniff glue at a Nike sweat shop in SE Asia until my hair drops out?
For my "own darn good," ya can persuade me to grow fingernails real long to defend myself in court some day? On the other hand, just tell me to hush and get rich and fat until my belly button pops out? My fingers are getting bloody blisters from banging key bords anyway. I feel I'll turn into a wild boar with hoofs?
Okay. My time was up long ago.
Methinks sneers are butt bottoms.
I'll go get ready to watch the moon.
No walk out upon the sparling silver path. No drown. Breath air on the "goodly earth,"...like Walt Whitman wrote..Thanks.
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Total Hawks, Total Jerks, Total Absurds. Total Farts. Total Lost.
[Read the article: The president's escalating war rhetoric on Iran]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I agree with Yellow Dogs remarks. GO in a Wheel Chair as a forward Dune Bug Looney. GO get the yellow camels with Hump Backs.
Charge.
Run over the big drunk Booze Hounds. Next they will be calling the "dumb" not-conservatives, Saint Bernard Camels.
Sacriledge.
The camels will come to America.
The camels will drink polluted water.
The Iranian camels will pee on trees.
Stop the Mr. Bush Wacker. (applause from the conservative wild baby bamboons?) The sick pup "leader" needs to crawl up under a bush and call forth his pappy. His mammy gotta stop her Commander-in-Chef war-dog from slobering in the public lowly latrines and go to modern day gehenna sanitary landfills. "Sanitary" dirty rag of a bloody president, right? Somewhere in the bible it says that. Hell Bent critters ain't they?
Holy Loco.
I got to run to town to buy some Moosehead. If I am permitted inside the bookish place and act civil...I'll get on a computer at the library.
Love the neighbors.
GWB- Love Iranians.
Do unto others too,
Or you may get yours...