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I realize it's not good Friday yet. I read at the trash dump yesterday this big remembrance: Closed on Good Friday. It's a bad Friday, imopine.
On a morning of Good Friday when Booth shot Lincoln, Del Norcrosse took a stroll before the benefit and performance at a packed house...
The American flags were raised. Was Walter Read around? General such as Robert E, Lee, Grant, and others talked about if the bloodletting would ever stop.?!. The D.C streets fluttered with anniversary celebratory glee. A patriotic event of 'devout neocons' got choice tickets and prized seating positions in the President's Theatre box-rows. A bunch of talk about Lee's Army surrendering, and how General Grant wanted to parade their captives in great humility fanfare via D.C streets to humiliate...
Mr. Booth, the sad-actor, wanted, got jealous, (a trait that's worst than hate, someone said) and certain associates got prearranged secured tickets to the theatre, and other piglets got none... wee, wee, we wine and whine, do we?
Do our ears ever deceive us in any age? The military banners, and top brass horn-bands, still play "Dixie." Some toot little Boo-Boo-Peep. The White-house allows much-hate to be broadcasted if it's the vile and bile that gets Votes is pulled over our eyes? O, e.i.e, i O. Does it sound like like a flock of 4-winged geese that are lost, soaring overheads....shouting, "Peace!" Don't go to Ford's Theatre even if the seat is free.
After the Juan Cole read, and other's elsewhere in recent days....the 'ole time cowboy and savage-word Game-play is in motion once again in the 21st century. The Marine band plays and the neocon do the tap-dance march in a unison cadence. I believe the American and ally forces are being lulled to sleep in a 'Ole Time Ambush fashion' I do believe THAT (i hate to do caps) may be right. 'They' mess up Honest Abe's restful sleep. Stop killing. The heart of Hate is on the Right-wing-side of the congregation's dark-bock-bitter ale-side. Sober up. It's as Clear as an alarm bell at 5:30 am ringing in the world weary ears. Sirens. Thanks.
