Friday, October 29, 2004

pinions of buddy don: biased facks

thays minny a mistry to this eleckshun, but the one that has mos folks bamboozled is how them facks is biased. tiz manely a sprize on a counta how them facks is reality-based thangs, witch that thar prooves jes how biased they kin git: dint the administrayshun jes git finished eggsplainin how folks in the reality-based sector dont git it? heres the quote i red on it:
In the summer of 2002, after I had written an article in Esquire that the White House didn't like about Bush's former communications director, Karen Hughes, I had a meeting with a senior adviser to Bush. He expressed the White House's displeasure, and then he told me something that at the time I didn't fully comprehend -- but which I now believe gets to the very heart of the Bush presidency.

The aide said that guys like me were "in what we call the reality-based community," which he defined as people who "believe that solutions emerge from your judicious study of discernible reality." I nodded and murmured something about enlightenment principles and empiricism. He cut me off. "That's not the way the world really works anymore," he continued. "We're an empire now, and when we act, we create our own reality. And while you're studying that reality -- judiciously, as you will -- we'll act again, creating other new realities, which you can study too, and that's how things will sort out. We're history's actors . . . and you, all of you, will be left to just study what we do."
but even ifn them facks starts a'showin thar bias rite befor the eleckshun, ye kin fite em back by makin ups sum reasons them facks dont matter atall. jonathan chait lists seven of them reasons the administrayshun has cum up with to attack them facks bout all them eggsplosives they lost eethur wuznt a problem or dint happen. ye orta read the hole articull, but heres sum of the bes new facks that has been invented:
  1. Look at the bright side. Kerry, insists Vice President Dick Cheney, fails to "mention the 400,000 tons of weapons and explosives that our troops have captured and are destroying." This is sort of like arguing, "Your honor, the record should reflect the countless times I've driven to work without swerving onto the sidewalk and mowing down dozens of pedestrians."
  2. Consider the source. Why, Republicans ask, are we finding out just now about this? Well, for starters, it was less than two weeks ago that the International Atomic Energy Agency informed our government of the lost explosives. A Wall Street Journal editorial imputed dark motives to the fact that the information leaked, without explaining why the U.S. government was keeping it secret in the first place, or why the fact that it leaked detracts from the substance of the story.
  3. Don't judge. As the Journal pleaded, "Some 380 tons of frightfully powerful stuff has gone missing, and the objective before us should be to locate it, not locate blame." In other words, the military can't search for the bombs unless the voters withhold judgment about Bush.
  4. Kerry reads newspapers. "What would he do as president? Get up every morning and say, 'I'm going to govern based on what I find in the newspapers?' " sneered Karl Rove. "John Kerry will say anything he believes will help him politically," wrote Bush campaign manager Ken Mehlman, "and today he is grasping at headlines to obscure his record of weakness and indecision in the war on terror." The horror — Kerry is letting world news infect his judgment.
  5. Kerry's a hypocrite. "After repeatedly calling Iraq the wrong war and a diversion," Bush declared, "Sen. Kerry this week seemed shocked to learn that Iraq was a dangerous place full of dangerous weapons." This is a bizarre inversion of reality. Bush justified the war primarily as a way to keep weapons out of the hands of terrorists, yet his handling of it led to exactly that result
  6. Kerry hates the troops. "The senator is denigrating the actions of our troops and commanders in the field," Bush insisted. By this logic, any criticism of Bush's military plan amounts to blaming the troops. By the same Orwellian logic, statements like the one from Bush supporter Rudy Giuliani — "The actual responsibility for it really would be for the troops that were there. Did they search carefully enough?" — do not count as blaming the troops.
  7. It was like that when we got here. Republicans seized on an NBC News report that a U.S. Army brigade had inspected the site in April 2003 and found no weapons. This claim fell apart after NBC and the brigade commander said the Americans merely stopped at the site without inspecting it. Bush and his allies have since retreated to claiming that the explosives may have been moved before the war started. This is possible, though highly unlikely. David Kay, the man Bush chose to search for WMD in Iraq, said such a transfer probably would have been detected by U.S. satellites. And KSTP, a Minneapolis TV station that had staff embedded with troops who went into the area, has footage of U.S. troops coming across what look to weapons inspectors very much like the explosives in question, cracking open locks and then departing. There have been reports of systematic looting since.
corse, everbidy has to luv the way mr giuliani, in honor of our troops on the ground, eggsplained that the hole thang wuz the fault of them troops on the ground:
"The actual responsibility for it really would be for the troops that were there," Giuliani said on NBC's "Today" show. "Did they search carefully enough? Didn't they search carefully enough?"
will them biased facks finely cum clean? or will they continue to attack the president unfairly?

Thursday, October 28, 2004

pinions of buddy don: temptayshun of bush in wilderness

n bush wanderd fer forty years in the wilderness of sin n snortin n drankin till finely he wuz cunverted by a lil walk on the beach with a grate preacher who splained how he woodnt never have no palliticull career ifn he dint stratin up n fly rite.

n bush, bein full of the spirit of fambly ghost name of prescott, witch he wuz known fer admirin n even doon bizness with a verr powerful man who wuznt afraid to use pre-empshun to attack sumbidy that mite wonta attack ye sumday ifn they ever git the weppons together.

then was bush led out into the desert by his own daddy in a stroll called the furst iraq war.

n fer forty days bush dint eat nuthin nor even take a drank. then he finely run into the devil who ast him dint he wont sumthin to drank? sumthin to eat? n ifn he did, couldnt he take up a stone n make it into bread? n couldnt he take sum water n turn it into wine? but bush anserd that he couldnt tempt his god, besides witch ifn ye could make bread from stone n wine frum water, whut wood that do to the economy of the farmer n the vintner?

then did the devil, witch he lookd jes lack eethur saddam hussein or osama bin laden tho twuz hard to tell the differnts twixt em, then did the devil take bush n put him into a jump suit n flew im up into a jet whar he could see all the kingdums of the middle east. n the devil tole bush he could have dominion over the hole shootin match. bush wonderd wuz that sovernty? on a counta he dint wont that since it dint really mean nuthin. but the devil tole him twuz dominion, as in dominate.

then bush wunderd did that include the oil, witch the devil sed ifn he wonted to worship oil, he could have the land, on a counta how thay aint nuthin oilier than the devil.

now whenever bush herd he could have the oil along with dominion n how the devil wood dress it up to look lack twuz freedum n demockrussy on the march, bush sed he wuz in.

now whenever jesus wuz give the same tempayshun, he turnt that devil down on a counta how dint matter whut the devil or the romans mite do to im, jesus woodnt worship no devil nor no oil nor nuthin but his father up in heaven. fer jesus wuz cum not to rule over the cuntries n powers of the earth, but to wage war in the human hart, to be a fisher of men fer the kingdum that needs neethur oil nor tax cuts nor even poll watchers to challenge the votes of folks that wonts to practiss the demockrussy thats on the march over thar n in retreat over here.

n the devil laffd at whut a good job he had dun with the temptayshun of bush on a counta the devil knew twuz a battle fer the harts n minds of common humans, the lowliest of the low, witch ye mite member how jesus lacked to hang out with them types. n ifn the harts n minds of them folks wuznt won, then thay wuznt nuthin to stop em frum usin the tacktick of terror . . . or lootin . . . or insurgentcy.

n bush looked out at the violents n lootin n death n deestruckshun n sed, "I'm pleased with the progress," Bush said. "It's hard. Don't get me wrong. It's hard because there are some in Iraq who want to disrupt the election and disrupt the march to democracy, which should speak to their fear of freedom." n with them wurds, bush proovd to one n all how he wuz really a man of faith*

*"Faith is believing what you know isn't so" —Mark Twain.

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

fambly of buddy don: entertainin mama

mama cum to visit us on saturdy, witch twuz the furst time she had cum up here since 1997. i tuck a cuple days off n mz bd made out a plan fer mama to be a queen fer a weekend, witch thats jes the kinda thang mama lacks. heres a list of sum of the hi points:
  • she gut here on saturdy, witch her plane landed at laguardia at 3:40 n we tuck a cab to the ferry n the ferry over to here jes in time to catch the secunt half of the alabama game. twuz a hi point whenever them vols won!
  • we tuck her over to the sheraton hotel in weehawken whar she wuz a'stayin, witch tiz rite on the hudson with a view of man hattan. we et a room servus dinner, witch twuz rite tasty.
  • nex day we gut on the ferry boats agin n tuck a trip up the hudson to tarytown on a tour name of the kykuit cruise. we stopped to visit a place name of "Philipsburg Manor, a working Dutch-Colonial farm" n had us a bite to eat.
  • nex we tuck a bus up to kykuit, witch thats whar them rockerfellers lived n twuz lack a palace of sum kind only without them huge ball rooms. whut amazed us all wuz how down to earth twuz n how them rockerfellers wuz so big on filanthropy. thay wuz real compashnut cunservatives even if not everbidy wood agree.
  • we made it back to the city by 6 pm n gut a cab over to vatan fer dinner with them kids.
  • nex day i gut a migrane, but miz bd had dun made such a good plan dint even mama know bout it. miz bd had found a day spa name of marma day spa over in hoboken whar mama went in roun noon n dint cum out till 7 pm. they give her the wurks with mud baths n manicures n pedicures n more mud baths n a one-hour massage n yew name it. she cum out verr happy n relaxed. by then i wuz mosly over the migrane n everbidy wuz hungry
  • we went back over to mamas hotel n et in a restrunt name of spirito grill, witch the food wuz amazin.
  • bout thonly thang lef to do wuz git mama packed up sos we could take her to her plane.
aint no doubt she enjoyed herself. questchun is, will she wait a nuther seven years befor she cums back? we hope not.

Friday, October 22, 2004

blessins of buddy don: todays count

i jes rote a long entry on blessins, witch i wuz a countin em. twoodnt be no sprize how blogger dint make the lis, n heres why: when i went to publish, everthang disappeard. so i half to add mitt, all them blessins kin be undun by the curse of blogger n i should move on frum it. but i gut to go to wurk now. whut a terrbull program! ever time i git to thankin i kin trust em n publish without makin a sepert backup, sumthin lack this happens. whut a waste of preshus time!

Thursday, October 21, 2004

releaf of buddy don: a docter lack sherlock holmes

the past three mornins, i gut up n felt a lil sick to my stumach, but i dint thank nuthin of it till miz bd gut up. then whenever i put on the lite, i could see that the problem wuz a nuther migrane a'cummin on. i dun whut i had to do, sent my notes to wurk n tuck my medicin, witch i been a'usin zomig nasal spray.

yesterdy mornin wuz wurser than ever, so miz bd started trine to call the docters. tuck her till noon to git one n he tole us to call tuthern, the newrologist, so thats jes whut miz bd dun. the newrologist is a docter name of dr mauskopf, witch hes the head of the new york headache center n the one that hepped me so much las sprang. he had put me on a twice daily dosage of migraleaf -- witch that consists of magnesium, vitamin b 6, n feverfew -- n sumthin called coenzyme 10 q. he also gut me to quit takin migrane strangth excedrin with caffein n tole me to drank as lil coffee as i could, tho twood be ok to have now n then.

i figgerd he had dun found the anser on a counta i dint have but a minor episode or two frum then till lately. i made it thru the hole summer without a sangle problem. but the weather changed n the tail of the hurricane cum thru, n thar i wuz, wishin i could vomit the hole thang away.

then i gut sick in october only ye couldnt say twuz eggzackly lack the weather change that i figgerd wuz to blame. turnt out thay wuz a reason, but not the one i wuz a'lookin fer. i dint find it out till yesterdy, when dr mauskopf called back.

i wuz in bed (whar else?) when the phone rung lack a bomb a'goin off. i anserd it n we spoke bout whut wuz a'happenin. furst thang he dun wuz made me take a duble dose of the zomig. he sed once i had dun tuck it, i shouldnt suffer no more symptums, witch i wuz suffern when he tole me, but the medicin wurked purty quick.

then he sed i had to be doon sumthin differnt, so we went over everthang he tole me to do, witch i been a'doon jes that. then he ast me wuz i eatin soup frum a can or frum a restrunt? turnt out i had been a'doon jes that. fack is, miz bd found sum soup frum one of our favert restrunts n brought home mayhap a dozen cans of it. twuz verr tasty. once i gut sick this week, i dint feel lack eatin much of nuthin on a counta how a migrane makes me feel lack i gut to vomit sumthin terrbull. so after i had been a'sleepin off the medicin all day n gut to feelin a lil better, we wood eat sum that soup each evenin till last nite. dr mauskopf sed he bet the soup wuz the problem on a counta how msg n minny simlar thangs used fer preservin thangs ack as triggers fer migranes. miz bd wuz a'lookin at the label even befor i had hung up, n she cunfirmed whut the docter had deeducted.

i went back to sleep under the duble dose of the medicin, but whenever i woke up, i dint have a sangle symptum. miz bd had dun baked sum bread n made a lil salad fer dinner. this mornin, i dont feel nun of them symptums. i hope tiz over. i half to add mitt, twuz a grate releaf whenever dr mauskopf figgerd whut wuz probly causin the problem.

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

mizry of buddy don: tiz this season?

yesterdy mornin, i posted the last message early, befor 4 am. i wuz trine to cunvints myself i dint have no migrane a'startin up. i did my post, tuck my shower, gut reddy early, went to wurk. but by the time i wuz almost thar, i couldnt hardly keep my eyes open on a counta how i couldnt take the lite, witch that leads to the nausea. i writ my team at wurk a lil note, walked back to port authority with my eyes clozed, tuck my medicin on the bus, n fell into bed. today i feel almos transparent, insubstanchul, as if the fite had dun been washed outta me. i wish i could figger whut wuz makin me have these thangs. could it be eatin out? last two times i had migranes, we et out on a sundy n the problem woke me up early the nex day.

so heres a quick migrane jurnal of the last four attacks:
  1. februwary 9-14: longest stretch of migrane problems ever, witch thatn led me to go fer a mri etc to make short twernt nuthin else. finely met dr. mauskopf, witch he's the one gut me as well as i am now by reckommendin i take migralief n coenzyme 10 q everday, witch it slowed em down a lot.
  2. march 27, a saturdy: i wuz thankful it dint cum on a weekday n make me miss wurk. caint member much bout it, but miz bd noted how the barometrick presshur dun changed verr fast.
  3. september 25, twuz a nuthern, but twuz a satrudy, so i wuz countin blessins.
  4. october 4: a mundy, wurse day to have one. i notice we et out the day befor n mayhap they had sumthin in the food that makes em happen, sumthin lack msg, witch we dun figgerd that is a problem.
  5. october 18, yesterday: a nuther mundy. i dint wonta add mitt i wuz havin it, but that dint change nuthin. agin, we et out on the sundy befor. i reckun we gut to quit a'doon that or at lease makin shore we eat at places we dun et befor.
i figger the medicin dr mauskopf give me wuz good to make them migranes cum less often, but thays still sumthin i caint figger out bout avoidin em. tuther thang to larn is how the nex day, ye mite feel transparent, but folks kin see ye n generly seems lack thangs gits better as the day wears on.

damnitall, as i rite here, i gut that stupid halo affeck a'goin on, witch i caint ignore whut it means n i dont wonta add mitt i could be havin the same thang agin. i dun showerd n gut reddy to go.


Monday, October 18, 2004

colorin of buddy don: red n blue letters in my email

sumbidy sent me this in a email, witch they wuz astin that i share it with folks, so here tiz. mayhap this eggsplains why one party is feelin blue n tuthers a lil red-faced.


  • David Bonior: Staff Sgt., Air Force 1968-72.
  • Leonard Boswell: Lt. Col., Army 1956-76; Vietnam, DFCs, Bronze Stars, & Soldier's Medal.
  • Jimmy Carter: Seven years in the Navy.
  • Wesley Clark: U.S. Army, 1966-2000, West Point, Vietnam, Purple Heart, Silver Star, retired 4-star general.
  • Max Cleland: Captain, Army 1965-68; Silver Star &Bronze Star, Vietnam.
  • Bill Clinton: Did not serve. Student deferments. Entered draft but received 311.
  • John Conyers: Army 1950-57, Korea
  • Tom Daschle: 1st Lt., Air Force SAC 1969-72
  • John Dingell: WWII vet
  • Gray Davis: Army Captain in Vietnam, Bronze Star.
  • John Edwards: did not serve.
  • Richard Gephardt: Air National Guard, 1965-71.
  • John Glenn: WWII and Korea; six DFCs and Air Medal with 18 Clusters
  • Al Gore: enlisted Aug. 1969; sent to Vietnam JAN71–army journalist, 20th Engineer Brigade.
  • Tom Harkin: Lt., Navy, 1962-67; Naval Reserve, 1968-74
  • Howell Heflin: Silver Star
  • Fritz Hollings: Army officer in WWII, receiving the Bronze Star and seven campaign ribbons.
  • Daniel Inouye: Army 1943-'47; Medal of Honor, WWII.
  • Jordan Jablons, Army 1943-1946 WWII, Good Conduct Medal
  • Ted Kennedy: Army, 1951-1953.
  • Bob Kerrey: Lt. j.g. Navy 1966-69; Medal of Honor, Vietnam
  • John Kerry: Lt., Navy 1966-70; Silver Star, Bronze Star with Combat V, 3 Purple Hearts.
  • Tom Lantos: Served in Hungarian underground in WWII. Saved by Raoul Wallenberg.
  • Bill McBride: Candidate for Fla. Governor. Marine in Vietnam; Bronze Star with Combat V.
  • George McGovern: Silver Star &DFC during WWII.
  • Walter Mondale, Army, 1951-1953.
  • Pete Peterson: Air Force Captain, POW. Purple Heart, Silver Star and Legion of Merit.
  • Charles Rangel: Staff Sgt., Army 1948-52; Bronze Star, Korea.
  • Jack Reed: Army Ranger, 1971-1979; Captain, Army Reserve, 1979-91.
  • Chuck Robb: Vietnam
  • Pete Stark: Air Force, 1955-57
  • Mike Thompson: Staff sergeant, 173rd Airborne, Purple Heart. :Army 1951-1953


  • Eliot Abrams: did not serve.
  • Richard Armitage: Navy, 2 combat tours of Vietnam
  • John Ashcroft: did not serve. Seven deferments to teach business.
  • Roy Blunt: (House Whip) did not serve
  • Michael Bloomber: did not serve.
  • G.H.W. Bush: Pilot in WWII. Shot down by the Japanese
  • George W. Bush: six-year Nat'l Guard commitment (incomplete).
  • Jeb Bush: did not serve.
  • Saxby Chambliss: did not serve "Bad knee"(The man who attacked Max Cleland's patriotism)
  • Dick Cheney: did not serve. Several deferments, the last by marriage.
  • Christopher Cox: did not serve.
  • Tom Delay: did not serve.
  • Bob Dole: an honorable veteran.
  • Douglas Feith: did not serve.
  • Gerald Ford: Navy, WWII
  • Bill Frist: did not serve.
  • Lindsey Graham: National Guard lawyer.
  • Newt Gingrich: did not serve.
  • Rudy Giuliani: did not serve.
  • Phil Gramm: did not serve.
  • Chuck Hagel: two Purple Hearts and a Bronze Star, Vietnam.
  • Dennis Hastert: did not serve.
  • Tim Hutchison: did not serve.
  • Jon Kyl: did not serve
  • Trent Lott: did not serve.
  • John McCain: Silver Star, Bronze Star, Legion of Merit, Purple Heart & Distinguished Flying Cross.
  • Mitch McConnell: did not serve
  • George Pataki: did not serve.
  • Richard Perle: did not serve.
  • Ronald Reagan: due to poor eyesight, served in a non-combat role making movies.
  • Tom Ridge: Bronze Star for Valor in Vietnam
  • Karl Rove: did not serve.
  • Don Rumsfeld: served in Navy (1954-57) as aviator and flight instructor.
  • Richard Shelby: did not serve.
  • Rick Santorum: did not serve.
  • Antonin Scalia: did not serve.
  • Jeff Sessions: Army Reserves, 1973-1986
  • Clarence Thomas: did not serve
  • JC Watts: did not serve.
  • Vin Weber: did not serve.
  • Paul Wolfowitz: did not serve

Pundits and Preachers:

  • Bill Bennett: did not serve.
  • Wolf Blitzer: did not serve.
  • Tom Brokaw: did not serve.
  • David Brooks: did no serve.
  • Pat Buchanan: did not serve.
  • William F. Buckley: Army, WWII, CIA.
  • Alan Colmes: did not serve.
  • Ann Coulter: did not serve.
  • Ana Marie Cox (Wonkette): did not serve.
  • buddy don (wandering hillbilly): did not serve.
  • Lou Dobbs: did not serve.
  • Al Franken: did not serve.
  • Thomas Friedman: did not serve.
  • Jim Lehrer: Marines Infantry officer.
  • Paul Gigot: did not serve.
  • Sean Hannity: did not serve.
  • Brit Hume: did not serve.
  • Bill Kristol: did not serve.
  • Rush Limbaugh: did not serve (4-F with a 'pilonidal cyst.')
  • Bill Maher: did no serve.
  • Chris Matthews: did not serve.
  • Michael Medved: did not serve.
  • Michael Moore: did not serve.
  • Bill O'Reilly did not serve.
  • Dan Rather: Army reserve.
  • Glenn Reynolds (Instapundit): did not serve.
  • Randi Rhodes: Air Force, Bosnia.
  • Tim Russert: did not serve.
  • William Safire: Army journalist.
  • Michael Savage: did not serve.
  • Kenneth Starr: did not serve.
  • George Stephanopoulos: did not serve.
  • Jon Stewart: did not serve.
  • Andrew Sullivan: did not serve (British).
  • George Will: did not serve.
  • Markos Moulitsas Zúniga (Daily KOS): Army Artillary, 1989-1992.

Friday, October 15, 2004

pinions of buddy don: passin that global test

one of the thangs mr bush lacks to distort bout whut mr kerry sed at the furst deebate is that mr kerry wood give other cuntries the rite to sine off on our pertecktin ourself. he did it on a counta mr kerry saying that ifn we take preemptive ackshuns to perteck ourself, the reasons should pass a global test. jes to git the hole thang, heres the text of whut mr kerry ackshly sed:
KERRY: The president always has the right, and always has had the right, for preemptive strike. That was a great doctrine throughout the Cold War. And it was always one of the things we argued about with respect to arms control.

No president, through all of American history, has ever ceded, and nor would I, the right to preempt in any way necessary to protect the United States of America.

But if and when you do it, Jim, you have to do it in a way that passes the test, that passes the global test where your countrymen, your people understand fully why you're doing what you're doing and you can prove to the world that you did it for legitimate reasons.

Here we have our own secretary of state who has had to apologize to the world for the presentation he made to the United Nations.
heres how mr bush has been a'usin it:
President Bush said Saturday Democrat John Kerry's debate remark that U.S. preemptive military action should be subject to a "global test" would give other nations a veto over American national security decisions.

Meanwhile, Kerry, speaking in Florida, accused Bush of "serious misjudgements" on the economy as well as the war in Iraq.

"When our country's in danger the president's job is not to take an international poll. The president's job is to defend America," Bush said.
seems a fur piece frum "your people understand fully why you're doing what you're doing and you can prove to the world that you did it for legitimate reasons" to "U.S. preemptive military action should be subject to a "global test" would give other nations a veto over American national security decisions" n no doubt sum look tuther way on a counta tiz jes politickin as usual, but twuznt always so. thays a nuther bit of politicull histry whar seems lack our forefathers bleeved in whut mr kerry sed, not in the lie mr bush made out of it. ye mite member thisn on a counta bein forced to larn it by hart:
When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bonds which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
the bold part is how they eggspressd how importunt twuz to make shore ye past the global test, whar "you can prove to the world that you did it for legitimate reasons." corse, that wuz then n this is now.

Thursday, October 14, 2004

pinions of buddy don: a lil deebate bloggerl

dun staid up so late
to watch the deebate
that i'm too tuckerd out now to blog

n tho my guy won
i'm glad we've begun
the last laig of this long, hard slog

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

celebrayshuns of buddy don: happy lunaversary!

me n miz bd is verr happly marrd to whar we lacks to celebrate ever munth on the 13th on a counta how we gut marrd on the 13th of march in edinburgh, scotland sum number of years ago. fack is, we gut marrd agin in new york a few munths after sos we could have a current marrg certificate to git sum inshurants fer her (we lacks to celebrate that day as 'a day that will live in inshurants').

so ever munth on the 13th, we wish one a nuther a happy lunaversary n try to do sumthin speshul together. tonite we plan to celebrate by attedin a free johnnie walker scotch tastin name of the journey of taste. we been on that jurney ever since we gut started on scotch back in feberwary or march of 2004. we hope twill take us to scotland next year -- islay in particular, tho we'd luv to hike the speyside way n visit the orkney islands n minny a nuther place. whenever we wuz a'gittin marrd, we dint know nuthin bout no scotch n hadnt never even tasted it. sum folks say we wasted our trip thar, but twuz moren wurth it on a counta twuz whar i marrd the bestn in the worl.

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

pinions of buddy don: is our presdent larnin?

back in february mr bush went on mr russerts show name of meet the press n one of the thangs he sed made it sound lack he larns frum miss takes:
The thing about the Vietnam War that troubles me as I look back was it was a political war. We had politicians making military decisions, and it is lessons that any president must learn, and that is to the set the goal and the objective and allow the military to come up with the plans to achieve that objective. And those are essential lessons to be learned from the Vietnam War.
so how is mr bush a'usin whut he larnt? by lettin politishuns make miltary deecishuns. l.a. times has a articull name of Major Assaults on Hold Until After U.S. Vote:
WASHINGTON — The Bush administration plans to delay major assaults on rebel-held cities in Iraq until after U.S. elections in November, say administration officials, mindful that large-scale military offensives could affect the U.S. presidential race.

Although American commanders in Iraq have been buoyed by recent successes in insurgent-held towns such as Samarra and Tall Afar, administration and Pentagon officials say they will not try to retake cities such as Fallouja and Ramadi — where the insurgents' grip is strongest and U.S. military casualties could be the highest — until after Americans vote in what is likely to be an extremely close election.

"When this election's over, you'll see us move very vigorously," said one senior administration official involved in strategic planning, speaking on condition of anonymity.
kindly makes me wish mr bush had been a better student.

Monday, October 11, 2004

life of buddy don, chaptur 128: them wurds, them papers

thangs had been a'brewin fer a while by the time i herd much bout em. twuz rite befor christmus of 1981 that the story gut out n tiz a painful one to rite even now. taint lack nobidy died, but twuz the end of bein able to bleeve thangs wuz how ye had been razed to thank thangs orta be.

dont mogit me rong. twuznt nuthin a bidy couldnt have figgerd wood happen sooner or later. fer one thang, mama n daddy wuz frum differnt worls. she wuz a flatlander frum strawberry plains who dint make it to hi skool n he wuz frum a hillbilly fambly that bleevd nuthin wuz more important than gittin ye a good educayshun. fer a nuther, ye couldnt hardly find ye two folks that wuz more differnt in how they wonted to live.

daddy lacked simple thangs lack wurkin in his garden or mowin the lawn or fishin up on the obed river or chasin his ball round a golf corse or pitchin horse shoes or jes sittin of an evenin readin books or magazines or newspapers while drankin beer n eatin cheezits. he bleevd in the power of habits lack gittin up at furst lite n makin shore he did at lease three thangs everday: take a dump, brake a sweat n larn sumthin new.

the way mama lived her life ye mite could say she bleevd twuz a reepeat of mark twains story bout the prince n the pawper: shorely sum miss take had been made whenever she wuz born, shorely sumbidy had switched babies at the hospitull, shorely she wuz spozed to have been born into a royal fambly or ifn thay wuznt one handy, at lease a rich fambly. fack is, she dint git a new pair of shoes all her own till she bought em herself, probly on sum kinda easy credit, long after she had dun lef home whenever she wuz 11 year old to go live with aunt ruth. this dint stop her frum wontin to live lack royalty n wear the bes cloze n go to the bes parties n know the bes folk.

fer the mos part, mama gut her lil taste of the hi life by wurkin at dress shops. she wurked in one or nuthern round oak ridge frum as long ago as i kin member. that meant she had to dress the part, as she lacked to say, on a counta why wood her customers buy frum sumbidy that wuznt the kinda image they wonted to portray? daddy lacked to say twuz good to have her wurkin and he dint lose too much money on it. she lacked to say she made money on the deal, tho fack wuz, she spent more fer cloze than she made in wages.

as ye mite magine, money wuz one of thar mane reasons fer fussin n fitin. minnys the mornin we wood wake up to find mama n daddy lookin lack theyd dun been up all nite. ye could tell twuz time to figger out them bills on a counta they wood have em long lists of numbers n bout as quick as we wood git into the kitchen, mama wood ast eli or me to add em up to make shore. twuz a hateful duty on a counta whut she wuz a'wontin wuz fer us to add em up sum kinda way whar they cum out differnt than they dun whenever she had added em up.

so ever now n agin, daddy n mama wood have em a lil ritchul whar they wood cut up them credit cards, witch ever sangle time, mama wood cunvints daddy to keep jes one of em, say the one frum sacks fifth avenue or sum such on a counta how she wood say twuz only fer havin it not fer usin it that she gut it in the furst place. frum that one, otherns wood sprout, generly on a counta them needin sumthin they dint have money fer, n why pay moren twuz wurth by buyin it at sacks? witch that mite mean gittin thar j.c. pennys card back or a sears one or even a visa or a mastercharge. dint matter whar thay started, all them othern cards wood cum back, more dangerous than ever on a counta how them credit lines wood git a lil longer. twuz lack prunin a tree as much as innythang n only seemed to stimulate futher growth.

thay wuz a nuther big differnts twixt mama n daddy n that wuz how mama wuz verr emoshunull n daddy dint bleeve in showin no emoshun atall ifn ye could hep it. he sed twuz a sine of weakness fer men to be huggin or sayin 'i luv yew,' or whutever. mama couldnt say it a nuff. she also cride easy, witch seem lack me n roena may picked thatn up too n it made life a lot harder on us. he dint thank a man should ever cry n twuz minny a year before i saw him doot fer the furst time. twuznt that ye doubted how he felt, but he jes had truble a'sayin it. bout thonly time inny of us had ever herd him say it wuz whenever uncle buster died.

but ye kin magine how good a fuss n fite they could git a'goin once they dun added up all the bills n seen how they wuz a'cummin up short on a munth. purty soon the sarcasm wood fly, witch mama give as good as she gut n even ifn she dint have as much educayshun as daddy, she wuz still verr smart. but they wood keep on till finely daddy had made mama cry n then theyd git all quite till finely mama wuz a'sittin on daddys lap n he wuz talkin bout how they wuz a'gone have monte carlo nite purty soon over to the elks n who knew whuther they mite hit it big n solve this hole mess all at once, witch that seemed to calm mama down purty reglar.

so we wuz in fer a sprize whenever me n emily gut back frum thanksgivin in looseburg in 1981. mama had been a'drankin a lil too much n the hole immediate fambly wuz thar. whenever we cum in, she give me a big ole hug n tole me she luved me n held on a lil too long talkin bout how wonderful i wuz n all. twuz a lil on the creepy side on a counta how ifn ye dint know no better, ye mite could thank she wuz a'cummin on to me, witch i reckon she wuz trine to make daddy mad n he wuz fitin back by not noticin nuthin. but purty soon a fuss n fite gut to brewin twixt em that led to mama announcin how she had a nouncement to make, witch once she gut our tenchun, she sed, 'i'm leavin yer father after the furst of the year.'

twuz anserd by a mix of questchuns lack what? why? where? how? n everthang but who? frum most of us n daddy goin back to a plite argument bout ronald raygun he had been a'havin with roena may. but the mane thang stuck with us all n we wunderd wood innythang ever cum of it. mos of us figgerd mama wood cum to her senses once she soberd up agin, but it dint turn out thataway.

corse, me n emily wuz so busy with skool to whar we couldnt sit wundern ifn thay wuz innythang to mamas threat n we figgerd the same as everbidy, that she wuznt crazy a nuff to thank she wood ackshly move on a counta how could she ever pay her own way? she lacked to say how twuz daddys fault they had money problems on a counta how he dint ast fer razes even tho she splaind bout how valuabull he had to be to y-12, witch thats whar he wuz a'wurkin. then she wonted to say twuz all his golfin that dun it, but she dint fool nobidy on a counta we all knew how she had dun filled up ever closet in the house with her cloze n still needed more room fer em.

at the time seemed lack her mane cumplaint wuz how she wonted to sell the house n git em a partment sumwhar sos they could live better. i reckon part of whut she wonted wuz a chants to pay off all thar bills n start overn n i reckon sellin the house wuz the best way she could magine doon it. but daddy dint wonta sell the house, even ifn it did have four bedrooms n more space than they needed fer innythang sides mamas cloze.

me n emily gut back to knoxvull n purty soon we wuz too busy to hardly thank. thang bout graduwait skool is how seems lack they lode ye up with so much wurk to whar ye have to figger out whut part of it could ye git by with not a'doon. i figger its a way of teachin ye to figger out the rite priorties. innywho, seemed lack no time till one thursdy evenin in early december, roena n maisie n roenas sister-in-law eunice cum over after a moody blues concert. i had dun gone to bed. i dint even know they had been thar fer a cuple days till emily tole me she had sumthin to tell me, witch turnt out roena n maisie had tole her the rest of the story with mama.

turnt out she had made her a conquest of sorts out of a feller that sold cloze wholesale. by then, mama had wurked her way up to whar they let her do lots of the buyin, witch seemed lack ever step up cost em more on a counta once she wuz the buyer, she had to make trips to atlanta n she sed she orta make one to new york, only she wuz afraid to go alone n daddy dint wonta go to no new york. i couldnt hardly git whut emily wuz splainin n figgerd sumthin musta gut lost in translayshun.

but later on, eli cum over n splaind it all. 'see bud, mamas dun fallen in luv with a man name of fred, witch he cums frum nashvull n has dun been marrd fer 26 years n has im two teenage daughters n -- kin ye bleeve it? -- hes bof relijus n rich. aint it sumthin how a relijus seeker lack that kin deteck in a cuple of meetins with mama the sinfulness of his marrg n mamas too fer that matter? corse, ye caint hardly git no more of a failure than mama n daddy on a counta how they jes been marrd the 31 years. tuck im only three dates. i aint trine to be unfair to the gentlmun n no doubt hes gut im a side of the story to tell. but thats it, marrg over.'

now the sprizing thang bout that all is how at furst, i jes dint wonta ackcept mama n daddy havin no truble of that kind. twuz one thang fer me to be out in the jungle n fer me to have dun gut a deevorce, but they wuz mama n daddy n dint that mean nuthin? fack is, i felt even wurser on a counta how twuz the fack that i wuz tempted all the time by all them beeyootiful women over on the utk campus n now that i wuz a'teachin, the temptaysuns wuz even harder to resist than befor. thay wuz a woman in one of my classes, bout as purty n sexy as a woman kin git, who rote on one essay how she wuz a nymfomaniack who woodnt be happy till she had finely seeduced her sexy english teechur n made wild pashnut love to im all nite long.

i wuz halfway wonderin who twuz she wuz ritin bout till she cum fer a confernts n made it purt obvious who twuz she meant. i eggscaped frum doin rong but had to add mitt to bein mitey tempted n wunderin whut it meant. i tole emily bout it n pointed out the young lady, witch she thought she wuz hot. all it dun wuz git her to havin fantasies bout whut if sumthin did happen? after the quarter wuz over, of course. but that wuz jes her way of dealin with it n makin it sumthin we could talk bout or even sumthin i could use fer a story i mite tell her whenever she wuz in the mood.

so i dint have no ground to walk on far as sayin daddy or mama wuz a'doon nuthin rong. i had dun dun all the rong ye could do n seem lack i wuz tempted to do more.

but sumhow, it seemed lack it orta been differnt fer them. they wuz mama n daddy n i gut to realizin how i had dun made my own mytholgy frum the time i wuz jes a lil boy bout how thangs wurks in life. daddy wuz the oldest of four, three boys n a gurl. i wuz the oldest of five, three boys n two gurls, but everbidy knew bout how maisie wuz a 'acksident.' so ye couldnt have no deevorce twixt them two on a counta them bein together wuz how lifes spozed to be. children mite mess up n do rong, but not mama n daddy.

but thangs kep progressin till one day i wuz over to mamas n only daddy wuz thar. wuz i ever sprized whenever he wonted to talk bout it n we wuz bout fifteen mints into it befor i real eyesd he wuz lookin to me fer add vice on how to make it thru brakin a marrg by gittin a deevorce n then how ye gut yer life back together n all. twernt a duty i wonted n i tole im i dint thank twuz wurth it to deevorce lessn twuz the rong woman, witch he sed he dint thank the rite woman wood fall in luv with no wholesaler frum nashvull who had dun been marrd fer 26 years.

then he ast me wood i read his diary fer the las cuple munths, witch it only tuck me bout half a hour to doot on a counta mos ever entry wuz the same: weather (cloudy, sunny, rain), golf, fishin, gardenin or whutever, n a menchun of how mama wuz sick, witch seem lack thay wuz always sumthin rong with her, eethur sinus or die jestchun or my grane or sumthin simlar. i dint hardly know whut to say, so i ast him ifn he wonted to read whut i had writ while i wuz a'goin thru my time of trubles with darlene, witch thats jes whut he wonted. i member tellin him mine wuznt lack his n how he wuz a'gone read a bunch of thangs that he dint know bout yet, but he red em n thanked me n never once tride to make nuthin outta sum of the thangs he red thar, witch i know thay wuz a lot he dint lack readin n dint agree with. but he thanked me innyhow.

seem lack the hole event brung us kids a lil closer together. i gut brew to cum git me n take me out to the farm, sposedly on a counta how we needed to do sum wurk, witch we went down into the woods n cut up sum windfall fer the wood stove n talked n even hugged n tole each other, 'i luv yew.'

bout a week later, eli cum over to take a walk n talk, witch we ended up huggin n sayin how we luved each other too. after that, he tuck me out to the farm to git brew n the three of us went to visit daddy, witch seemed lack he wuz home alone a lot round that time.

twuz painful to see daddy the way he wuz. up till then, he hadnt never let nuthin git to im. he dint add mitt to havin no truble with nuthin, always sed ye had to roll with the punch, always sed nuthin wuz ever as bad or as good as ye thank, how, n thisn wuz his favert, 'this too shall pass.' but nun of them wurds wurked to console im nun, so we jes sat n talked bout mama n the good ole days n all. that gut into his a'tellin us whut all he had dun rong.

'tiz true. my treatment of yer mama has been cruel n mean fer all the years we dun been together. i dun tride to limit her spendin to a level i could pay fer. dun torchured her by how i wont watch no tv with her n dont take her dancin a nuff. n whut could be wurse than how i dont wonta sell this here house? or acktin lack i wonta make a garden ever year? or brakin a sweat by mowin the yard or paintin the house? corse, shes got me on the way i keep pertendin how i dont wonta buy no condiminium apartment or even rent one or even live in no place that dont have no yard. shes gut me on thatn n ye boys kin see how it must hurt yer mama fer me to keep pertendin lack i really lack livin thisaway. why wood i wonta do all this wurk myself if not sos i could torchur her? as ye kin see, tiz a solid case shes gut agin me.'

corse, we dint say whut we thought, witch ifn he wood jes pore out his hart to her lack he wuz a'doon with us twixt the sarcasm, seem lack that wood purty much make up fer everthang. corse, that wuznt a'gone happen no how, no way.

so thangs kep on till jes befor christmus mama went to the lawyers n had them papers writ up. i reckon daddy had dun seen em, but i caint be sartin. seem lack twuz all we talked about durin christmus. she kep laffin bout it whenever she gut a chants, but we tride our bes to pay her no mind.

after the furst, turnt out mama had made a date to go spend the nite with fred the wholesaler. aint nobidy knows fer sartin whut happend. i member whenever twuz about to happen, but i wuz too busy gradin papers n researchin fer papers i had to rite n ritin em n goin to the group n yew name it till the furst i herd bout it, twuz all over. fack is, one sundy evenin we gut a call frum mama astin ifn we wonted to go out to dinner with her n daddy that evenin, n even tho we dint thank we could spar the time, we went.

they picked us up in mamas car, witch she always lacked havin her a cadillac, even a ole one, n whenever they went sumplace speshul, they tuck her car. so we knew thangs musta dun changed sumhow n fack is, they wuz holdin hands. we gut in the back n drove over, trine to fill up the time with talk bout whut we wuz a'studyin.

we ate at red lobster, witch twuz always a treat whenever we went thar n we knew twuz a speshul thang. they talked bout everthang but the thang we wuz a'wundern bout till finely i ast bout them papers. mama sed she figgerd theyd keep em, jes in case they needed em. i wuz a lil deepressed by that, figgern they could sprout lack them charge cards dun, but i dint say nuthin.

they drove us back to them laurel marrd students apartments n gut out to walk us to the door. i give mama a hug n she tole me she luved me. i then stuck out my hand to shake daddys. wuz i ever sprized whenever he sed, 'dont i git no hug?' the tears flooded my eyes, but i give im one n blinked lack crazy till he sed, 'i luv yew, son,' witch twuz only the secunt time i had herd im say them wurds n ye kin bet them tears cummenced a'flowin to whar i almos eggspeckted him to slap me one, but in sted he sed he wuz sorry he had gone so long without sayin them wurds.

i couldnt say nuthin n dint wonta show im how i wuz crine, so i sed i luved him too n held on till i figgerd twoodnt look so bad. i pulled away n mama sed, 'why so sad, number one son?' i dint have no anser fer that.

Friday, October 08, 2004

prevu -- life of buddy don, chaptur 128: them wurds, them papers

[Author's Note: No doubt you have heard about writer's block, a condition under which a writer becomes unable to write. I don't like to admit that such a problem could affect me, but I notice that I haven't written a chapter on the novel I'm trying to write since August. So I might say that I can write and never get blocked, but who am I kidding besides myself? It's like a man with a bad comb-over acting as if more than one person -- the one in the mirror -- is fooled.

So I acknowledge that I'm having trouble writing the next chapter. I also know that if you want to finish what you start, at some point you have to make yourself write even if your confidence is low or the next chapter challenging. In my case, both are true but not sufficient causes of the problem. The real cause of my not writing is that I can't wean myself from the daily news, especially political news.

On the one hand, this is as important a time as any. On the other, ten years from now, the only thing I'll value will be the fiction I wrote during even this very important time. Commentary on current events is dated almost as soon as it's written; fiction can last forever. I mentally kick myself for not being stronger, better able to resist the temptation to read the pundits and blogs and add my little hillbilly voice to the din.

So as a way of staking myself to moving forward with the writing of life n pinions of buddy don, hillbilly, I've started the next chapter and decided to put the first paragraph in as a promise to myself and all three of my readers to pick up the tale again before letting myself write more "pinions." I have a partial draft written, but I have a long way to go before I finish this chapter, which I hope to do soon. Until then, here's a little preview.]

thangs had been a'brewin fer a while by the time i herd much bout em. twuz rite befor christmus of 1981 that the story gut out n tiz a painful one to rite even now. taint lack nobidy died, but twuz the end of bein able to bleeve thangs wuz how ye had been razed to thank thangs orta be.

Thursday, October 07, 2004

pinions of buddy don: kin ye win agin satan usin lies?

thays passages in the bible bout how satan is the father of lies or jes bout how he uses lies. take john 8:44 fer eggzample:
Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it.
or thays the time in the garden of eden whar he wuz temptin adam n eve with the lie that they wood becum lack god ifn they wuz to eat the forbidden fruit.

then ye gut yer basick "by thar fruits ye will know them" line of thankin, fer instunts, matthew 7:16:
Ye shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles?
or matthew 7:20:
Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them.
point is them publicans gut the christchun fundamentalist right wing in thar pocket, so why is it they keep showin everbidy how thar a'usin lies to try to win? whuts wurser is they aint even bleevabull lies. take cheney at the deebate tuther nite. heres sum of the whoppers he tole (im takin most of em frum, the one he lied bout proovin how he hadnt lied bout halliburton even tho turns out sed he did; notice that they dont cut edward no slack neethur):
  1. he claimd he hadnt met john edwards till the deebate, but rite away that wuz proovd a lie.
  2. he claimd he wuz doin his job in the senate most ever tuesdy, but the facks show he only cum to visit publicans, not to preside. ackshul record shows how in the last four years, john edwards has presided over the senate the eggzack same number of times as cheney: 2.
  3. he claimd, lack mr bush lacks to do, that kerry n edwards voted fer the war, when whut the voted fer wuz a resolushun that sed:
    The President is authorized to use the Armed Forces of the United States as he determines to be necessary and appropriate.
    also note how edwards made this statement at the time of the vote:
    I believe we should act now for two reasons: first, bipartisan congressional action on a strong, unambiguous resolution, like the one before us now, will strengthen America's hand as we seek support from the Security Council and seek to enlist the cooperation of our allies.

    If the administration continues its strong, if belated, diplomacy, backed by the bipartisan resolve of the Congress, I believe the United States will succeed in rallying many allies to our side.

    Second, stro,ng domestic support and a broad international coalition will make it less likely that force would need to be used. Saddam Hussein has one last chance to adhere to his obligations and disarm, and his past behavior shows that the only chance he will comply is if he is threatened with force.

    Of course, there is no guarantee that he will comply even if threatened by force, but we must try.
  4. cheney claimd the u.s. hadnt had 90% of the coalishun casualties (why dont they call em killt people?) but only 50%, but that figgers that the iraqis gittin killt wuz part of the coalishun.
  5. then thays this analysis of his statements frum the new york daily news:
    Cheney still makes the case for invading Iraq without apology. It was, he says, the singularly logical next step to prevent terrorists from descending on an American city with horrific weapons "in a suitcase."

    That case rests on other of his core claims: Iraq was a nest of jihadist terrorists; Saddam Hussein had close, working ties with the al-Qaeda terrorists who planned 9/11; he had a robust WMD program, including an incipient nuclear weapon; the postwar occupation would be short and sweet.
    All wrong, as Edwards tried but struggled to point out.

    For the average voter, it's hard to sift through the high-decibel propaganda of the two campaigns, plus the grim cascade of headlines about Iraq. So many Americans aren't fully aware just how poorly the vice president's claims are faring in the court of reality.
    A review of the week's news:

    Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld conceded the 9/11 panel's finding that the United States had no evidence of close, operational ties between Iraq and al-Qaeda. (He then tried to retract this burst of candor.) At the debate, the vice president tried to tell you he'd never insinuated that Iraq played a role in 9/11. At debate's end, a truth-squadding NBC promptly aired a Meet the Press tape from 2003 in which Cheney did just that.

    Paul Bremer, who ran the Coalition Provisional Authority, has given two speeches saying the failure to put enough troops into Iraq after Hussein fell was a fatal error that enabled the insurgency. He didn't say, but could have, that this error stemmed in part from Cheney's unfounded "they'll greet us with flowers" optimism.

    The chief U.S. weapons inspector said Saddam Hussein's Iraq did not possess or have concrete plans to make WMD. In other words, the inspections and sanctions begun after the Gulf War had limited the threat. The new round of inspections President Bush had masterfully induced the United Nations to begin would eventually have demonstrated that fact - if the inspections hadn't been shortcircuited by the invasion.
by thar fruits ye will know them. Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it.

pure bible. aint that a warnin bout who ye a'gone foller?

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

mizry of buddy don: five six stages of migraine

denial: furst, ye caint bleev tiz happenin agin. fer me, it cums a cuple ways n ifn i could tell whut wuz a'happnin sooner, mayhap i wood avoid sum of the wurser parts of it. but since the furst step is denial, that dont happen.

so i knew u wuz feelin a lil odd on sundy evnin, but i figgerd twuz jes that i wuz tired n a lil deepressed over how cumpletely auburn tuck them vols apart. n twuz a sundy evenin n even ifn i luv my job -- n i do -- thays sumthin bout sundy evenin thats a lil deepressin n tiresum. so i dint thank i wuz a'havin one even tho round seven pm miz bd woke me up frum whar i wuz sittin in my chair asleep without even knowin it. almost seems lack miz bd knows when tiz a'gone happen, but she caint be shore neethur.

anger: corse it makes ye mad to thank ye mite be a'gittin a nuther migraine. twood be a lil easier ifn mine cum the way most of em duz, with pain in the hed. in sted, mine starts as a sick feelin in yer stumach only tiz rite above whar yer stumach really lives. half in denial, all in anger, i take sumthin lack a rollaid fer the nausea, but it dont wurk.

bargainin: by the time i real eyes how it dont matter ifn i git mad or not, the thang is a'gone happen, then i try to hold it off long a nuff to try a cuple thangs. fer one, i lack to thank ifn i go back to bed fer a lil while, i mite could wake up n not have it, so i give thatn a try yesterdy mornin. corse, it dint wurk n probly made thangs wurser. innywho, after trine to sleep fer bout half a hour, i cum back downstairs n gut out my blackberry sos i could let everbidy know i wuznt a'gone make it in. tiz part of the bargainin on a counta i probly should take the medicin as soon as i add mitt i gut the migraine, but i know bout as quick as i take it, i wont be able to do much of nuthin, so i grit my teeth agin vomitin n rite the notes to let folks know i wont be thar. innywho, ritin them notes leads strate to . . .

deepresshun: tiz a awful feelin to add mitt ye wont be able to do yer duty fer the day n fer me, tiz one of the mos deepressin moments thay is on a counta how ye know thays a'gone be a time that death its ownself cums a'knockin n after that, tiz all she rote. bein laid up in the middle of life is lack that, verr deepressin. by that point, thay aint no reason lef not to do whut ye gut to do, witch is to take yer medicine, witch fer me thats zomig by nasal spray so it wurks bout as quick as ye take it n take a few breaths. that leads ye strate to . . .

acceptance: corse, ye gut to accept it after ye take yer medicine on a counta ye wont be doon much of nuthin fer a while afterds. it kindly knocks ye rite out n lets ye sleep all day long, witch thats a stage of dyin n larnin that ye gut a migraine thats jes alike, witch ye mite call thatn the sixth stage or . . .

oblivion: mayhap this is the bes part, ceptn i always lack wakin up n havin miz bd say, yer back! reckon that mite not happen when tiz ackshly death, so tiz one way a migraine is a lot better.

Monday, October 04, 2004

mizry of buddy don: migraine

tuck the medicayshun. ach!

Friday, October 01, 2004

pinions of buddy don: race is on

stayed up too late las nite watchin the debate. couldnt hardly sleep afterds on a counta how i dint eggspeck kerry to do so well. bes thang is that now tiz a race agin.

sorry caint blog moren that. gotta go.