I grow 9 kinds of red, two kinds of gold, two kinds of black, and one purple!

Bigguns doesn't apply to me at all. It's just a nearly random word. I always liked the Roy Bigguns character on the tv show, 'Wings,' and so I snatched his name. I'm not big like Roy.

Regarding Palin, I think it's important to own what you love. If you love killing wolves from planes, film it. Make an electonic scrapbook that you can share with others. Film the hunters' glee as the wolf gets mired in snow. Film the wolf rasping for breath. Film its bloody mouth and bloody fur. Film the happy hunters amputating its leg. Film them collecting their blood bounty and drinking at the bar afterwards, regaling other hunters with tales of killing wolves from cozy planes.

P.S. - Wouldn't it be nice if I had bigguns?

I'm glad I made you laugh. Christopher Hitchens was right in that women have less incentive to be funny, but you're incentive enough.

And I'm glad we agree about "A Moveable Feast." I love parts of that book, but big, bad Ernie comes across as a cross between a perv and an unevolved eighth grade girl in that passage.

Yes, red stars for you! More than you can count!! How big? Oh, they're bigguns.

It might be wishful thinking, but I can't conceive of an Irishwoman so obsessed with America and with morsels like The View and the Ivy League. It's easier for me to imagine some neocon with a back disability that doesn't keep him from bass fishing, who searches the Intenet for something to impress us, and then posts.

I've loved a few Irishmen and befriended a few Irishwomen and I imagine, if I shared Mau Mau's posts, that they'd laugh.

And not with her.

Are you trying to earn some Palin Points, redeemable for, er, uh, well, debt and more war? That's all the Republicans have.

JimAK1, imagine Sarah by a wolf. The wolf is wheezing, dying, bleeding, but she puts lipstick on it to...make it pretty. All better!

And further imagine Sarah sighting another wolf and seeing that the crosshairs in her scope look like...the cross!

And she says, "Yes, yes, Jesus, you want me to kill the wolves! Praise God and pass me some more ammunition!"

My only bigguns are my cerebral lobes. *

Say, are you old enough to remember the Vietnam War and how newspapers posted the daily death count and the number of planes and helicopters that were lost? We don't do that anymore. Pity. We might truly support the troops if their suffering were tallied in that daily way.

That might be Sir Paul's finest line, and he's written many fine lines. I gave up factory eggs after reading about how they're made.

* Sexy, eh?

I haven't weighed myself in years. Maybe a decade. And I don't hang with women who talk about their fat or other people's fat, so I celebrate this week 52 weeks a year.

And I see young women with boy butts and pity their hiplessness.

On the other hand, many Americans are committing slow suicide, spoonful by spoonful. I interviewed a lot of healthcare CEOs last year and off the record, I asked them to prognosticate.

They all said, "Only the rich will be able to afford healthcare insurance in seven years."

I asked them, "What's the solution?"

They all said, "Americans have to walk more and eat less."

Make no mistake: Fat people do cost all of us. Likewise, uber-thin people cost all of us. 60% of all healthcare costs are incurred by the choices people make and two of those choices are driving just about everywhere and eating just about everything. Another two are running just about everywhere and eating nearly nothing. EXteme behaviors are EXpensive.

I think guys who use "pussy" pejoratively should be limited to dicks, dicks, and more dicks, and that, finally, is so gay.

I also thought of Wall-E.

Eeeeat. Eeeat!

And I see these people too fat to walk and they're motorized and they're the very people who need to move.

Have you noticed how many fat kids abound? When I was a kid, there was "THE fat kid." Nowadays, "THE fat kid" has plenty of company. As you note, as we grow older, we often grow fatter, but I fear for those who begin life as fat people. However, American debt, its proclivity for war, and peak oil will make food more and more expensive. Many of us are about to be put on a national diet.

I wince when people employ "whence," but I'm wondering if you've ever seen kids spend four bucks on pop, chips, and candy. If the recession ends such gluttony, that's a good thing and it will be a slimming thing.

We absolutely agree on activity. If you sit on your ass, your growing ass will keep you sitting. I had about 30 kids at my house yesterday and I kept them moving. They loved it, of course, just like calves and ponies and puppies love to move. It's a little off-topic, but I think our culture's runaway fear bunkers a lot of kids in basements, where the boogeyman can't reach them, but tater tots sure do.

Ahh, I see the light. You're right. You win. Hooray for you. What a mighty victory you won this day.

Now, go forth and call your friends, "Faggots!"