Letters to the Editor
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To sysprog, again.
Never mind. The daily-new "news" just came forth.
The troops are in the Middle East to 'hatch' justice, democracy, freedom, and Liberty for all 'humans'.
It's the 'mark my sheep,' latest word from the DoJ's "Masterpiece Theatre." The A.G.'s thinks we 'lefty's' are lost sheep who have gone astray. The stump thought the skunk stunk, and the skunk thought the skunk stunk.
OT--In behalf of the World's Lost Peepers," we are going to be forced to go via a 'civil' strife.
Roger Cassey was a neocon human clack, clack, cluck clamoring and clacking on NBC's version of Master Piece Daily Darma. It reminded me of when I watch a Duck & a Hen talk in the barnyard. Different languages and different stokes? Roger Cassey is a well-dressed high-paid N.B.Sea's Terrorism Analysis. We fish tails? 'Um think THAT?
This was LIVE Break-Pint Open-News this day in the year of The Lord, 2007. EDT. Earmark THAT! Gospel. Good news. Ask Holy Judas, or Elain Pagels or Ms. Hall. It's true. We gettin Betrayed!
What he says, sounded like Shote? SHOTE is the signature name in the Southern states (do not go south) (go north?) (go to the Moon) for a young fat hog. Not a chubby hog, but an obese pig...A meal in the Southern States is THIS:...
...Take out the brains and boil the pig's head till quite tender. Cut the heart and liver (win hearts and Minds) and boil the pig-hoof with the liver. Mince the pig's tongue and season it with salt, pepper, (not peepers) and garlic, chopped parsley, and thyme, all chopped and clack, clacked, chopped-up till it's real fine.
...Add cat-sup---thicken with flour and butter, and stew the whole lunch-meal for 18-minutes. Serve cold at the daily Salon, and Walter Reed as a start-up vim/vigor appetizer. Garnish with a dill pickle. Don't get pickled if you go to collegeor have a weekend military pass. Do not go AOl. You will be given a Article-15, blessed by the pope. Call on your ceel-phone, e-come-spirit two-2, O. Pope gives us a free blessing.
...shote's head? No. Starve till the war-monger neocons go home to suckle mommy-pig. 'Um little piggies cry wee, wee, wee, all-ill all the way home to Texas ranches.
...'Um need rehabilitation real bad. Help 'um, baby, baby um,'..O, ain't no Mount Rainer high enough to keep them neocon baby-luvs from gee-tin' A-found.
...'Um lost, but one day 'um be found? "Um need our endorsement and signature that,...'um ill. Help um! Hit 'um in the head with a soft red rubber ball. Plonk!
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Special OT for clownsense
The language of southerners can be colorful. My father, who, because he was from the south, was conservative in ways that don't matter to anyone these days, grew up in that language. Once when I was a little kid, he described a chubby woman in pedal pushers as looking like two shoats in a tow sack.
I looked it up when we got back home, and the word has been in my vocabulary ever since.
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To Sir W.T...etc. O, bless eyeballs heart, life, and dear soul's.
I also heard we are two men wrapped up in a big brown burlap bag. We try to get out to no avail to find them dear Southern Hell ladies with frills. We in the brown sack and need to get out and find some pretty 'gals' and go on a Picnicker. Don't listen to harsh PNAK's OR AEI's Pluto's. I think 'we people forgot to turn our clocks inside out? Mine is running haywire backwards.
Who cares what o'clock it is?
W.T.'s wristwatch has stopped? Has the latest statistical Report from the govmint's GAO's royal Office revealed One or Two Rolex owners are here today. Is it true a mere 50-liberals, on any given day, do or do not wear a clock in the daily-Salon?
Who wears a watch and knows what time the Circus begins?That's on a average day? Not today. No DOW to ask the Roman Pontiff. He drinks too much wine at mass on a daily schedule. Please, No comment. I'm too peppered out.
I forgot. Ask the dear ladies.
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Neocon Utopia
This from the Roberts's interview:
"Roberts: Intellectuals of the Left bear a heavy responsibility for the cruelties and savagery of the 20th century, for reasons that I go into in some detail in my book. By believing that they could alter human nature given sufficient power over every aspect of people's existence, they tried to play God with human lives, around 95 million of which were lost in the process since 1900. It was a fatal conceit, yet they still believe it possible."
Neocon's have always spouted off about the dangers of "Liberal Utopianism", but what heck is this idea that all you have to do is get rid of Saddam and you can magically plant democracy in the Middle East?
It's funny that the man who says "they tried to play God with human lives" has a coach's lunch with the President who has such strong convictions about his "role" from God.
Now that Neocon theories are out of the think tank and into action, the rhetoric flatly contradicts the message outright.
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To Sir William Lumbermen.
I started to say, Bless Your Poor Poppy's Heart, Life and forbearing Soul. He must have loved You?
We all can thank your saintly Mother. Somebody loved you and we do too. Your a Grandpa-person to all youngin's. Even a dear or shote could love some people.
Damn you, Sir W.T. The Salon must even exhibit a bit of half-full-glass tolerance policy here for some of us. (?) What hospitality.
The Salon let's anything the cat's drag in here to the door to stay. It's a difficult Union Rescue Mission Pace. What do we need to do to get hauled out by the ear.
Did you ever see how mangled a poorly-raised neocons shot's ear get all shredded-up, nicked, and cut-up? It's sad.
Be careful while shaving today, Sir William. We need you here. Stay away from the scrap-pile...Bite the upper-lip when too cranky. Let the neo-shote's have their belly's made full. 'Um hungry. The shote's have human rights too. Bleep 'um. Luv 'um. Weep for 'um.
In hominy Padre's dos cinco-servings for THEM with honey brand corn flakes too...'Um look skinny too and them starving honey shilling's. Gotta luv 'um honey-child's.
We need rest and saw zee's. It nap-time yet?
Poor Glenn must have over slept again.