Letters to the Editor
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I have to go to work tomorrow -- unlike Hypatia -- wow -- omg -- wow
Glenn is competent to recover from the effects of any excess affection that Mona may display for him; she harms no one but herself when she "goes groupie" on him.
Now THAT offends me. Michelle's weirdness that I try to sabotage him is one thing, but that is another. Look, the fact is, as Jebbie announced some 3-4 weeks ago, Jebbie, Glenn and I know one another pre-blogosphere. I didn't want to give off any sort of signals that I'm "special," for I am not. Seriously, I've changed my mind about a number of things due to other commenters at Glenn's blog over his blogging career. Many here are much smarter than I am.
But, if I appear "groupie," it is because people who have been friends have usually seen each other through some rough times. Loyalty comes into play. Make of that what you will.
At the same time, we fight and snipe at each other with license to do so, which Michelle doesn't get.
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I get more than you do Hypatia...
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Consequentalists Don't Exist
The universe just looks like they do.
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In behalf of the Libertarian pimp. A sane Publick please no read this.
Each morning I say it be wiser to walk to the spring and watch turkey, mice, frogs, cats, and learn from them critters how to sit at the nook of the ground and talk. It is dangerous here.
Before I read Salon @ spare-commingling.glenn/, I knew not what a neocon or a libertarian was. Cato or brookings could have been a water hole or a clear brook. Cato creek is where William runs when killer wasp stung cowboys or Indians in Arizona? W.T., No get me in lover spats! If I umpire a cat quarrel, I can't figure out why one feline will bite the neck so hard the mate crys. That wakes me up in summer heat!
I'd rather sit in the cool shadow of a bloody sword. I'd rather hold my pants up and walk through DC as if I was in knee-deep horse manure. When William smells like a horse, I don't always advise this but I should and will for calling out my dmb ides or suggestion @ 8:45PM. The fights go on way pass curfew for me.
Animus? Shiva Shakti me!
Some spats remind me of hot cucumber picking days. The gardeners cleavage, male or female, same-same, lib or 'bite' my lip (?), the "blog-site" of lovers cleavage exposed in the cucumber field always knocks my socks off as if Aphrodite and Dionysus were inhaling carbon monoxide? huh. They both knock me out. I feel bonkers like others. I only a male human? I try to not howl like a wild beast at the moon. I try to be normal as William? Is he normal?
I'd rather go sheer sheep across the Atlantic with Thomas Hardy. Those dissident were in the mad European crowd? Have you ever seen the photo of our vice president shearing sheep? He can screw black, red, white, and blue sheep while he wears a flag lapel and a pink tie! sheep. baa, baa, bah, bad and vicious you, me, anyone too. be kind to our red white and blue humans who get the melancholy blues too...
I got a bronchial cough that makes me think I'll begin to construct a wood coffin. William and Anonymous may want a spare one made too for you? It is taboo to keep a burial coffin for a computer seat. Sit on a old smokey whiskey barrel or a big sour pickle barrel. I'm not a judge or umpire about how to fight in a Empire. I can't keep up with only three fuzzy television channels. The computer wacks me off it very often and I get very cranky too.
Gads, I have to get out of the urn-seat to get a cough of cup-pee or tea or to switch T.V. stations because Libby or someone in the government robbed me of a channel-remote. huh. It has always been missing. The pawn shop may have it?
William, this may be topical because it is so hot and tropical.
After shearing sheep, harvesting cucumber, and maybe a bit of some animus cleavage may make you hotter than necessary (?), butt be careful what favorite swim hole to take a dip in. The raw sore blotches on your skin is because modern plumbing pipes dump White House filth in ponds, creeks, and streams worldwide. The scratchy rash is contagious.
I suggest you swim to the edge of the water nook hole where you dip whenever running from personal liberation, wives, politicians, liberals, conservatives, and black hornet bee wasp at the creek where you wash.
Again: swim over to the plumbing pipes at the favorite water hole.
They lead to a big white house. Scream up the pipes.
Those neocons sit all day on the commode and whine, sip wine, and moan at the other end. No look up the pipes @ thee animus of them.
Go to a Fireman Carnival instead? Invite Glenn, Smokey the Bear, Dick Cheney, and all hairy possums you ever have seen in your life sit @ compost-toilet.com/.
Please Mr Timberman, I get a bad-mood face and lose mirth during lover disputes.
~*~Ask the shake, rattle, and roll president? I think he got tossed too much up and down in the stage coach on the way to town. A Tin Lizzy limo can take him back to the hog ranch if you ask me.
IMPORTANT: This letter is for William and not meant for the general sane publick.
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You missed one, Glenn
John Boehner is the House Majority Leader? Wasn't there some kind of election?
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ondelette says damn ...
I guess I'll take the evening off, we got another libertarian pedigree war. Well the Inquisition lasted from 1185 to 1905, I'm sure the libertarians will get tired of it sooner than the Catholics.
I do understand you taking the evening off, as the anti-mona weirdo is horrible.
What I do not understand is you blaming the libertarian Mona for the attacks on her. Do you blame the victims of the Inquisition for their torture and deaths?
Every time this sort of dust-up starts, it is a libertarian being attacked; how can you blame libertarians for these attacks?
Perhaps you see something I am missing.