pitchers tuck by miz bd: huntin deer in shenandoah

as ye kin see, miz bd caught her own refleckshun in this pitcher ...



in this one, she caught a cuple of curious deer ...



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pomes of buddy don: We Must Complete the Mission

We Must Complete the Mission

Al qaeda is to blame –
Their power has not faded –
They joined the fight with evil aim
As soon as we'd invaded.

But we won't quit until we win,
You simply must believe –
We will not take it on the chin
And lose if we should leave!

So it can't be a civil war –
Since that would mean we'd failed!
For those at home keeping score,
We stay till we've prevailed!

We came with force into their land with freedom to bestow –
We must complete the mission we accomplished long ago.

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tours of buddy don: buffalo trace distillry

as ye mite know (or mite not), the buffalo trace distillry is the oldest cuntinually operatin distillry in the united states, stayin open durin prohibishun on a counta whisky bein cunsidderd a medicin, witch ifn ye wuz ailin jes rite, ye could git ye a pint ever ten days.

innywho, i tuck a slew of pitchers thar n aint had time to putt capshuns on all of em, but ye kin look at em by clickin on thisn:



i am hopin to git back into the habits i had ere we wint on vacayshun, but so fer, i aint been able to doot. hope ye enjoy them pitchers frum buffalo trace! thar whisky is fine, too.

by the way, yesterdys pitcher is upside down. heres a nuthern that gives ye a better perspecktive:



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pitchers tuck by buddy don: still feelin upside down

we had us a grate vacayshun, but todays a nuther wurkin day n i caint hardly git back in the rut i am most used to runnin. heres a pitcher i tuck at the buffalo trace distillry, witch i hope to have more on the trip soon. as ye kin see, thangs aint never whut they seem.

but tiz grate to be back home!

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long vacayshuns of buddy don: the thanksgivin tour!

me n miz bd is finely home frum a grate vacayshun, witch we

• drove 2200 miles
• drove thru 8 states (new jersey, pennsylvanny, marelund, west by god verginny, verginny, tennessee, kentuck n ohio)
• listend to or skipped past 1214 songs on a iPod set on shuffle
• drove over part of the skyline drive in virginny, witch ye kin see the hole shenandoah vally frum up thar
• tuck a tour of the buffalo trace distillry in frankfort kentuck
• had thanksgivin with my folks in tennessee on the saturdy before thanksgivin
• had thanksgivin with miz bds folks in ohio, witch we had fried turky agin n twuz jes as deelishus as the furst time

ye kin bet i will rite more on all this direckly, but furst, tiz grate to be back home n me n miz bd has thangs to do before gittin back to wurk on mundy.

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message frum buddy don: we are a'gone be away fer a lil while

i dint wont nobidy to thank i wuz havin migraines, witch i aint so fer. me n miz bd is a'gone git in the car sos we kin visit sum relatives, drivin home frum ohio jes after thanksgivin.

so heres hopin ye all have ye sum grate halldays!

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pomes of buddy don: A Glowing Proof

A Glowing Proof

It was a glowing proof for all to see –
While ravaged by war we held elections!
Talk about the softest bigotry
Of the very lowest expectations!

But as for me, I truly think it's great –
Maybe we'll have more in two thousand eight!

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grate weekends of buddy don: hanging out with them kids

me n miz bd had us a grate weekend spendin time with two of our three yungsters, witch thar gittin past the yungster stage (31, 29 & 26), but all thangs is relative. we had a chants to see jack n vaclavs new apartment for the furst time on saturdy nite. vaclav cooked sum amazin soup, rye bread rolls n a deesert honorin the czech flag, witch they recently had thar july 4th, only thars cums on october 28. (twuz yummy nuntheless!)



on sundy we wuz tuck up the river by loretta n paddy fer the fall foliage tour. twuz a wet n foggy day witch tuck sum of the color out of them trees, but we had us a grate time innyway. turnt out ye kin have a lotta fun with the wax coatins of them babybel cheeses. heres sum critters that wuz discoverd:









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random thirteen of buddy don: visions ... frum jersey on a gray mornin

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

1. Visions of Johanna by Bob Dylan
2. Never No Mo' Blues by Jimmie Rodgers
3. On the Other Side by Leftover Salmon
4. Racheland by The Jazz Butcher
5. I Saw Her Standing There by The Beatles
6. To Be Alone With You by Bob Dylan
7. Aeroplane by Bjõrk
8. Switchboard Susan by Nick Lowe
9. Big Strong Man by Shilelagh Law
10. The Band Is Playing Too Slow by Chris Knight
11. Friday I'm in Love by The Cure
12. Why Should I by Bob Marley
13. Alison by Elvis Costello

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dinners of buddy don: eatin with a frien in korea town

last nite i had dinner with a ole frien name of joe kim, witch i hadnt seen im in a long while. hes a feller that cum frum korea to this cuntry whenever he wuz jes a lil 11 year ole. now hes full growd n we been friens ever since we wuz wurkin together over at badbank. hes a'wurkin thar still.

he called me tuther day to say how amazed n deelited he wuz that tennessee wuz in play fer a senate seat. he sugjested we have dinner after the eeleckshun sos we could eethur celebrate or co-miserate.

so we met at the corner of 32nd n broadway round five-thirty n he picked out a place fer us to eat, witch far as i could tell, we wuz thonly ones in thar speakin english n i wuz thonly one in thar that wuznt korean. we cuverd lots of territory but not all we wonted to discuss, so we plan on gittin together agin real soon.

i tole im he could order fer us, speshly since i dint speak the lingo, n he dun it. the food wuz grate -- rice noodles n sum of the best slow cooked beef ye ever et n a nuther dish that had eggs n rice n seafood n other good stuff.

only problem is i woke up aroun 2:30 with that feelin, witch whenever i had it in the past, i wood git a migraine ere the sun cum up. this time i sufferd the fear but not the attack, so i am thankfull fer that. seems lack that depakote is wurkin up to now.

oh and by the way, he wuz verr happy bout the eeleckshun, witch he is hopefull the rest of the worl will understand that we the people aint george bush n dont bleeve in everthang them publicans stands fer, witch we aint n we dont ... n we prooved it on tuesdy.

he also aint wasted no luv on kim jong-il, but he did splain purty well whut drove im to try makin a nuke. as he splaind it, ye gut lil choice whenever yer accused of bein a part of a axis of evil n then see one of tutherns in the axis attacked by the worls only superpower: ye gut to do sumthin to make shore ye dont git attacked. he aint sayin twoodnta happend ifn bush hadnt had that axis of evil line, but he wuz sayin that once bush sed it, tuther two had to do sumthin to keep em frum bein invaded. he also noted that nobidy coulda thunk the murkins wood do so bad a conductin a war.

nuther thang he sed wuz whenever he went to git his amurkin passport renewed, he wuz ast to give lots of exter infermayshun bout his fambly n homeland n such, witch they tole im he dint have to doot, so he sed he dint woodnt. then they sed ifn he dint, he mite git called out of a line at a airport n forced to anser them questchuns n the airplane woodnt wait fer im, but he still woodnt doot. thay wuz sum other statements made that coulda been threats, but he woodnt give in (hes a verr tuff feller even ifn he probly dont way 130 pounds).

i am about to git mine renewd n caint hep but wunder ifn i will git them same questchuns.

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pallgies of buddy don: no blogger till twuz too late, so heres sum awefull stuff fer ye to read

blogger wuz bloggerd this mornin whenever i wuz trine to make my post n now that its back, i aint gut no time to post. so with pallgies ...

whut i wuz a'gone rite about wuz the grayshus way them rite wing bloggers has reackted to losin. ye mite not have known how bad off thangs is, till ye read em. heres a lil samplin, witch i wont make no lanks to this kinda stuff frum my blog, sos ifn ye really wonta read em, ye gone half to find em yer ownself:

frum sumthang that calls itself hyscience:

The elections are over and America has fallen for the al-taqiyya and distortions of the Democratic Party, rolled over on their backs, and surrendered to al-Qaeda. Radical Islam has won a very important victory, and the West is now full on its way to defeat. You are loosing [sic] the war on terror - the one that people like Nancy Pelosi don't think exists. Mohammad and even al-Zarqawi are laughing their asses off from their graves - they now know that America is too weak to fight their ideology and that you will surely be defeated.

frum strat-sphere:

Bin Laden and Zawahiri and all the rest of the goose-stepping Islamo fascists are probably besides themselves with glee right now. And every brave Iraqi who stood up to take control of their country, who braved suicide bombs to vote, are probably cowering in fear. The Democrats are coming, with people like Keith Olberman at their head spewing insults and conspiracy theories.

but thays 'good news' too, as hugh hewitt rites:

President Bush will not flag in the pursuit of the war, and Senator Santorum is now available for a seat on the SCOTUS should one become available. GOP senators will have the chance to select leadership equal to the new world of politics which, as the past two years have demonstrated, does not reward timidity.

thays sumthin name of balloon juice that rites these perdickshuns:

Tomorrow, Nancy Pelosi, Ted Kennedy, and Chuck Schumer come over to my house, and, at taser-point, I am forced to give all my money, have an abortion, and promise I will never ever enjoy gun violence on TV. Afterwards, they hand me the new National Anthem- in Spanish. Afterwards, we are we are all forced to attend a mandatory rally for the Democrats and Al-Qaeda, because, after all- the terrorists have won.

then ye gut riehls world view:

The Democrat Platform that isn't there, save for the usual pandering with our tax dollars.... In other news, the Dems are up to their usual BS - crying and whining about everything. Because if Liberals don't win, why there must be something wrong. I don't think I've ever heard anything more arrogant than Pelosi the other day when she basically said, "The numbers are there. If we get an honest count." That, before the polls opened. These people are a disgrace to democracy.

(looks lack nancy pelosi wuz rite bout whut wood happen with a fair count ... jes sayin). larry kudlow splains how black is white, up is down, n good is evil:

Look at blue dog conservative Dem victories, and look at Northeast liberal GOP defeats. The changeover in the House may well be a conservative victory, not a liberal one. Blue dogs are rabid budget balancers.

(so them publicans won after all? btw, long as them publicans caint say the word 'Democratic' when talkin bout the Democratic Party, i bleeve they should be called 'Publicans,' but thats jes this ole hillbilly talkin). but wait, thays more, frum sumthin called iowa voice:

I think we're in for two years of defeat and retreat, pandering to Islamic extremists, extreme political correctness, multi-culturalism, open borders beyond belief, amnesty...in other words, we're going back to the 1970s, right after Vietnam. This is what the Democrats wanted to do, because that was their heyday, when they last had this kind of power.

all of this stuff cums by way of The Daou Report in Salon, witch ye gut to have a subscripshun to git it. for the last quote, ye kin read how Thinking Meat dun tuck this fellers 'logick' apart:

From this day forward, every soldier that perishes in SW Asia is blood on the hands of Speaker Pelosi until every soldier comes home.

sorry bout the quote fest, speshly since tiz of such vile stuff. mayhap blogger will be up early in the mornin!

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deelite of buddy don: the people has spoke!

Proudly hubristic as old King Midas
They thought they'd win if they could divide us –
With slime as their pitch, our discourse seemed broken,
But America's greatness – the people – have spoken!

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civick duties of buddy don: votin!

me n miz bd dun gut out to the polls n voted this mornin. we wuznt furst to vote, but we wuz amung em. i am hopin this eeleckshun will be a sea change fer our land, puttin it back on the rite track, witch its been way offn it fer the last five years or so.

while we are waitin to see who will cum out the winner in them eeleckshuns, heres a pitcher of a nuther kinda fite, twixt a cuple crawdads, witch the one on the left is killer n the one on the rite is miz tenna, witch her name wuz onetenna on a counta she only had the one antenna till she molted n cum up with two of em. we aint shore shes a female, but as ye kin see, her size n colorin is smaller n less flashy, witch tiz often the case in natchur with feemales.



ifn ye click on the pitcher, twill take ye to a gallery of pitchers of the tank, witch once ye git thar, ye kin look at the originulls to see them crawdads a hole lot better.

i hope ye git out n vote n have a grate day ... n end up sangin happy days are here agin sumtime tomorruh. heaven knows we need em!

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reeminders of buddy don: dont fergit to vote!

• ifn ye lack whut mr bush has dun alreddy dun to attack n shred the constitushun on the eggscuse of pertecktin amurkins, witch that turns on its head the vow he made to perteck the contsitushun, witch that document is whuts spozed to be pertecktin us
• ifn ye thank gods gift of reason dont mean nuthin ifn gods gift of faith seems to disagree
• ifn ye thank tiz wurser to point out the predators of yung people in the publican party than twuz fer the publicans to allow them predators to git away with thar evil
• ifn ye thank we dont need no oversite of all the money thats dun been wasted n is still a'goin wasted in iraq
• ifn ye bleeve the fedrul gummint blongs in yer bedroom n listnin in on yer fone with no warrant or searchin yer house without lettin ye know, also with no warrant
• ifn ye thank the problem with this cuntry is taxes on the rich (caint the poor pay fer everthang? thays a slew more of em!)
• ifn ye bleeve them corporayshuns kin po-leece tharself n make shore they dont cheat ye nor pollute yer air nor runoff thar sludge into yer drankin water
• ifn ye lack thangs the way they been run fer the past six years, then ye gut no choice but to vote fer the publicans ...

... or whut they really is, rubberstamplicans, witch ye mite member the lil song i writ bout em:

We Are the Rubberstamplicans!

We are the Rubberstamplicans
We Rubber Stamp the laws
We do not think, we do not blink
Mere winning is our cause

We stayed up late one night to pass that medicare fiasco
We did it though it was as fun as drinking pure Tabasco
We know that "government's the problem" so why should we try
To govern well since that would tell the truth to our great lie?

We cut the taxes of the rich, sent soldiers off to war
We built the largest deficit the world had seen before
To those who say we must be madder than the maddest hatter
We simply parrot Cheney saying, "Deficits don't matter!"

For we are the Rubberstamplicans
We Rubber Stamp the laws
We do not think, we do not blink
Mere winning is our cause

If Bush says black is white or dirty air is really clean
We'll Rubber Stamp the notion with our Rubber Stamp Machine
If Bush says building roads and cutting trees make forests healthy
We'll Rubber Stamp the falsehood and thus make our cronies wealthy.

We will not check our president although he breaks the law
For like all Rubberstamplicans, when shocked we stand in awe.
Besides three decades in the past that FISA law was hatched
To be secure we must endure having our freedoms snatched!

For we are the Rubberstamplicans
We Rubber Stamp the laws
We do not think, we do not blink
Mere winning is our cause

ye wont more of the same? rubberstamplicans are fer yew.

ye wont a change n a chants to do better? ye gut to vote fer them dimcrats.

tiz jes that simple.

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pitchers tuck by buddy don: firewurks in the park ... frum hoboken

we caint figger whut they wuz a'celebratin, but we tuck sum pitchers of it. ifn ye click the pitcher, ye kin see more pitchers of the man hattan skyline.

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pitcher tuck by buddy don: halloween in brooklyn

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pomes of buddy don: Left Behind

Left Behind

They say we left one of our own behind
In the Baghdad slum of Sadr City –
An area we cordoned off, confined:
The kidnappers' enablers found no pity.

Relations with the government were strained
As checkpoints snarled Sadr City traffic –
About which al-Sadr loudly complained
Till Maliki appraised the demographic.

And knowing that he had a Devil's bargain
He chose to order our troops to desist –
Excuse it using diplomatic jargon,
But shouldn't all Americans be pissed?

That's an odd question but what is odder:
Have we emboldened Muqtada al-Sadr?

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grate meals of buddy don: reunion at peter luger

thays a ole boss of mine in town frum californy, witch that wuz eggscuse a nuff fer my irish frien micky to round up a table of folks willin to brake bread – or cut meat – together at one of new yorks most famous stake houses, a place thats been in bizness fer over 100 years name of Peter Luger.



ye go to Peter Luger fer stake, witch the best way to git it (i been tole) is to have a gigantick porterhouse fer two, witch thay wuz four of us, so we had '2 fer 2.' one of em wuz cooked medium rare, tuther rare, n they lived up to thar reputayshun n then sum. thar appetizers include thangs lack verr thick bacon (ye mite could thank twuz ham ceptn fer the smell n taste), lamb chops, tomaters n onions, that kinda thang.

thay wuz lots of joshin bout everbidys foibulls n by the time twuz over, i had dun et too much.

on the way home i wuz reeminded that twuz halloween whenever our car tuck us thru the village n near to one of the most amazin parades ye ever did see. nex year i plan to go thar!

hope everbidy had em a good time fer all hallows eve! i shore did.

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