Letters to the Editor
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Glenn, why you are letting the Dems in Congress off the hook?
Instead of reining in Bush and the warmongers, they are enabling them.
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Karen
Kitt: I read your butter comment, but all I could think of to write was "just be grateful that you can eat butter!" I don't want to hear any silly complaints from folks who can eat any damn thing they want ...like I used to. ;~)
-- Karen M
I was just goofin' off with the butter comment. All though, the paper really does stick to the cube like I said, and I had just then opened one, so the sticky paper thing was fresh on my mind.
But the real reason I thought to write that is because it has to do with what I've been jotting down sentences and notes about for the Interrobang. My notes aren't about butter. They're more or less about distractions and finding peace of mind while all this craziness is going on.
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golden slumbers fill your eyes
You have to love a post that begins "I doubt I will be able to post today..."
I generally don't praise Our Host because it seems he gets enough "great post" comments already (and, I hasten to add, well-deserved). However, tonight I feel moved to say this:
Glenn is better on days he doesn't post then 99 44/100% of all the bloggers out there are on their best days.
Sogni d'oro, tutti voi.
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A positive constructive focus is better than fear
Panicking about an attack on Iran weakens the anti-war/anti-Bush team. It makes us look look like weak, frightened, exaggerating panic-merchants. It's equivalent to the rightwingers fearing annihilation from terrorists. We need to look calm and rational.
Attacking Iran is very unlikely. It would be an act of madness. Bush could get away with the madness of attacking Iraq after 9/11, but he can't get away with attacking Iran after the disaster of attacking Iraq.
It would be better for us to focus on positive constructive policies to counter the current negative policies of politicians on both sides. Personally, I like to focus on how we can create worldwide happiness. It's time to move from the competitive survival focus to the cooperative happiness focus. See: http://www.worldwidehappiness.org
In response to every suggestion politicians make, we can ask, "Will this policy contribute to a happier world?"
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Glen, Glen, Glen...
Oh listen to you guys, especially that Derbig Mooser character. He reminds me of someone I saw being lethally injected, I'll bet he deserves the same fate. Oh, Glen works so hard, Oh Glen knows so Much, it maketh me sicketh.
C'mon like it's a big problem to find Republicans who say exactly the opposite today of stuff they've said all their lives! Like it's a big problem to find Republicans who tack every which way, changing their course to fit the administrations whims. Like it's a big problem to find Republicans who make the kind of extreme statements, hate speech really, which should make them a outcast and a pariah! Shit, they call the wind pariah.I mean c'mon,I can break wind, but I bet youlibs couldn't bust a grape! Like there isn't firkins, hogsheads, conex boxes of that stuff. All Glen has to do is assemble it (he's an ass, get it), write a completely logical, irrefutable and understandable commentary to tie it all together, and he only does this once a day!
To paraphrase Tom Sawyer "Why, that ain't work!"
And when in the hell are you gonna ban that intellectually pretentious, Cognac swilling Derbig Mooser. The guy is redolent of antler velvet and piney woods!
Anyway, I'll go and leave you all to your own devices. I haven't got any vices, so I don't care what you say!
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Derbig, Derbig, Derbig
I feel like saying I'd kiss a big Mooser on the lips if she was a looser. If Glenn has a bottle of Cognac he may be in the sewer.
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I'd say we all need a quart of 'no peel' "Rosa Finn Apple" fingerling potatoes. Let's slice a "Brandwine" or a dark red "Cosmonot VolKanov" or a "Mountain Princess" tomato. Toss in a salad with a few small bush "Black Plum" and cherry tomatoes.
How about some dill, basil, cilantro, onions, carrots and baby beets with yellow crook-neck, simmered in butter, a squash for "kicks?"
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I'll ask my son, daughter-in-law, and Annabella to pick:
colorful petal rudbeckia (no rutabagas) butterfly weed, echinacea, black eyed susans, and some "Susan" sunflowers with lots of pollen that always yellows the dining table.
We need some zinnia's, golden yarrow, jewels of opar, queen Ann's lace, and blue ageratum's. A "Bright Lights" stem bouquet is beautifully delicious, ya' gotta agree? no squeak.
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I apologize to my son Michael. Please kiss Annabella. I'll kiss a big lip moose?
P.S. I put a plow hoe in my son's hands at nine years old to teach him to do something worthwhile with his time. With rational hopes that agrarian activities would prevent another war in the homeland Place...well.
The present war is sorta breaking the lame-mule's elders heart.
We males need to all agree,
Females need a sturdy hoe too?
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If I visit the public library down town on a trip to the bakery or the liquor store for red-brandy...perhaps...I may plug in to an electrical devise. Then I'll to type "Howdy." "How you all cockle doodler's doing?" okay.
I'll try to send messages that are reliable via the sun.
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Sincere thanks to my earthen son out in the heat making the land fertile and sweet...you with a no virgin West Virginian...she is sweating next to you pushing you male-mules...hillbillies! I call my daughter in law Miss "Emily Dickinson?"
Thank you.
Pardon me for taking too much chat space.
A Place like this ain't a 'ole establishment to expect to pick-up a rusty "'hoe" or a rake or a spade with a stinky handle. Dig a hole for our waste. It is a shame to sit and waste a persons time. If one does that day after ding-dong-day all the time, O, ya' is worst than a lame mule at the hitch post, a nagging housewife, or ya' are the known horse thieves! The filthy war whores, male or female, at the reputable saloon pub, are worthless farts. 'Hey, barmaid, tell all I sure yarrow gonna miss the half-open red stained one in the pretty blouse. That stained skirt gal is the most. The guys like Derbig's are "bugs" or 'um got chewed turducky bad breath. W.T. has a chard stem for a cigar? Maybe old reliable sysprog's and friends have got a light? No burn down the hen's coop, corn coop, or the hay feed storage barn. Save our coin loons for a wetting a gals or guys whistle? If one needs a change of undies, W.T., change underwear fatigues with Retired (male or female) Patriots. I'm gonna go stop and smell the aroma coming out from the oven hearth at the fine bakery.