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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ramblins of buddy don: got reality?

cupla thangs fer a tuesdy, witch aint it time to eeleck sum folks that bleeves in reality?

get real: vote out them thats in!

nuff of that kinda palltickin fer the moment. now fer sum news ...

furst, did ye read bout how we wont be gittin all of the royalties them oil cumpnies owes us fer drillin on our land? tiz trublesum to make em pay n i reckun the current reality-challenged bunch dont wonta take the effort to make thar friens pay whut they owe. ye kin read all bout it in the new york times articull name of U.S. Drops Bid Over Royalties From Chevron. them oil cumpnies probly needs the money moren a lil ole gummin runnin such record deficits.

then ye probly dun red bout how we are doin our best to make shore them iraqis have guns whuther thar on our side or sum of them other sides.

by the way, did ye know that readin yer froomkin everday keeps yer spin-made ignorunts away?

did ye here the one bout how them slime ads used by one party has been backfirin?

now its them u.s. officers thats wontin to hold the gummint of iraq accountabull by givin em sum timetabulls fer u.s. troops to withdraw. who wooda thunk it?

but it gits wurser: thays one reetired lt gen who claims outright that eggzackly whut we gut to do is cut n run!

but ifn we train them iraqis how to stand up better, mayhap we kin stand down sooner. so how is that a'goin? not so good ...

whut about stayin a losin corse? h.d.s. greenway cuvers thatn in a bit of punditry fer the editoryall page of the boston globe today. did ye know that after the same three years in the veetnam war, this wuz whut we had dun lost:

Like Bush in Iraq, President Johnson had hoped to bring some soldiers home in 1965 when South Vietnamese troops had been properly trained to take on their own security. "Now there is no more talk of being out by 1965 -- or any other year in the foreseeable future," Time said in 1964. "After three years of intensive effort and considerable pain, including the expenditure of $3.3 billion in aid and the loss of 262 Americans killed, 1,196 wounded or injured . . . the war is still not being discernibly won." So Johnson sent in more soldiers.

but thays even skeerier enemies, lack reality bout the earth! sumbidy better splain to our leaders in washington how reality is mad n bout to git back at us lessun we take it a lil more serious. or is them brits betrayin thar allies?

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pitchers tuck by buddy don: when yer depakoted

caint thank of no idees this mornin, witch this past weeked wuz the kind that has always give me the wurst of migraines. i wuz offn my game but dint git sick, witch tiz the power of depakote. on tuther hand, i feel a lil ded-hedded at the mement n felt thataway all weekend long.

but i am happy on a counta miz bd has been away at a skool over in a suburb of chicago n shes a'cummin home this evenin. heres a cuple pitchers i tuck of sum flowers she lacks:






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pomes of buddy don: We Just Can't Say How

We Just Can't Say How

(We needed to whip the defeatocrats
But the media made it seem we were losing –
Now we have those wily Democrats
Attacking the winning slogans we're using!)

Sure, "Mission Accomplished" came too early –
Too bad we have to admit that now
That Iraq has become so hurly burly –
Since we know we're winning – we just can't say how.

Yes, "Staying the Course" has had its run –
A policy we never did avow –
It means only that we won't "Cut and run" –
Because we are winning – we just can't say how.

And "Clear, hold and build" sounded pretty good –
As did "When they stand up, we'll stand down" –
Too bad that our slogans were misunderstood
Since we know we're winning – we just can't say how.

Deaths and destruction can be confusing –
We're doing all our tax cuts will allow!
We'll stay till we win since leaving is losing –
And we know we're winning – we just can't say how.

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pitchers tuck by buddy don: when ye aint gut no wurds ...

i spoze tiz a price ye pay fer freedum frum migraines or mayhap i could be havin a off day, but i caint thank of a sangle idee to blog bout.

lucky fer me i have nigh onto 35,000 pitchers tuck since i cummenced usin that RAW format, so heres a cuple frum the last day in september.

furst thays thisn shot frum the hip, witch i wish i hadda framed it better, but ye dont git no secunt chantses whenever ye take yer shot ...



i wuz waitin fer my subway to cum by whenever i seen these two purty ladies studyin thar relijus texts. thang bout shootin in the subway is how ye gut to use iso of at lease 800 n that leaves ye with a grainy look ...



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pomes of buddy don: The Central Front of the Central Front

The Central Front of the Central Front

The central front of the central front is now the Baghdad street –
Although we lost the enemy in Afghanistan –
But as a central front, in fact, the 'Stans were just not meet –
So we decamped for Baghdad with our short attention span.

It's true we haven't yet brought back the leader of the plot –
The man who sent the nineteen who attacked us –
But we believe he's stuck in places Pakistan forgot –
And Iraq did have something to attract us.

But they will not cooperate, these Shias and these Sunnis –
Who knew that these sects never got along?
Now they have us quagmired in their barren desert boonies
Where no one's sure who's right and who is wrong.

Some say we will look back on this as if it were a comma –
I wonder if by then we will have rounded up Osama?


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pomes of buddy don: Of Course!

Of Course!

We can no longer stay the course of saying, "Stay the course!"
Of course,
Since that is never what we meant when we said, "Stay the course!"
Of course.

When we said. "Stay the course!" we meant "Until the job is done!"
Of course,
Defining "job" or "course," we only said, "Not cut and run!"
Of course.

And "milestones" must not be relabled in "time table" terms,
Of course,
Since "time table" is Democrat for "Crawl away like worms!"
Of course.

No, we no longer stay the course of saying, "Stay the course!"
Of course,
Since that is not exactly what we meant by "Stay the course!"
Of course!

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weekend doins of buddy don: New York Cares

i spent the day saturdy doin sumthin that i always git a big kick out of, witch thats volunteerin. it cums kindly natcherull fer them amung us that hails frum Tennessee, the volunteer state. our assinement on saturdy wuz to hep out with a skool on west 52nd street name of P35M/Manhattan H.S.

heres a pitcher of the ms marta rojo, the principill, being innervued by the press:



tiz a easy thang to do. ye sine up n then show up n after that, thays nice folks to let ye know whut all needs doin.

this here lady wuz one of the leaders, witch as ye kin see, she gits her own hands dirty jes lack everbidy else:



we clean, straiten up thangs, paint bathrooms n even murals.

as ye kin see, it takes a mess of paint:



these events is sponsored by all kinds of corporayshuns, witch thats how i cum to know about it.

heres sum of the books we brung together sos they could git sorted n such:



heres a pitcher i lack even ifn it dint cum out rite on a counta i dint brang no flash, witch they tole us we woodnt have no place to store stuff n shouldnt brang much, but i reckun nex time they mite let me jes take pitchers to cover the hole shootin match.



we tuck a lil lunch brake, witch whenever we dun it that principill gut to talkin bout the kinda kids they gut in that skool. i reckun ye could read all bout em in that thar lank to the skool. theys all gut develop mental problems of one kind or a nuther. she had folks in the palm of her hand whenever she wuz splainin whut life is lack in her worl:



i half to add mitt to leavin a lil early on a counta twuz the third saturdy in october, witch that means tennessee goes up agin thar biggest rival, alabama. as ye know, thatn cum out the rite way this time.

twuz a grand day n a grate weekend on a counta jack n vaclav cum over fer dinner with us on sundy. i made dream tater soup, witch dint nobidy cumplain nun.

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beeyootiful mornin of buddy don: a pitcher

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pomes of buddy don: We Offered Them Our Heaven

We Offered Them Our Heaven

How should our forces prosecute Iraqi civil war?
Should they try to hold the middle ground?
Maybe they should take a side to even out the score?
Or let the two sides wear each other down?

Our mission was accomplished back in two thousand and three,
It seemed that we'd soon get our forces out.
We thought Iraqi oil would repay us and run free,
We knew how things would go and showed no doubt.

But now it seems our forces fight a war they cannot win –
We'd like to think the media at fault –
We coulda had success if they woulda bought the spin!
For wasn't shock and awe a great assault?

We tried to force our way of life on them – we love it well!
We offered them our heaven, but they paid us with their hell.

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ramblins of buddy don: sum sayins

i aint hardly gut no idees this mornin, so i figgerd i wood list a few sayins folks has used over the years, witch they splain a lot.

furst, thars this classick frum the veetnam war bout the enemey over thar that my aint beula sed one time:

We have to kill those people; they have no respect for human life.

nuthern i herd a lil while back is thisn:

I would rather have someone wrapped in the constitution burning the flag that to have someone wrapped in the flag burning the constitution.

in yesterdys dan froomkin articull name of A Question Bush Can't Answer in the washington post online edishun (best revue of amurkin news innywhar) he listed whut sum of his readers writ to im in reesponse to his astin whut clear message the new terrism bill is a'sendin. heres that seckshun of the articull, witch ye orta read the hole thang everday ye kin:

In yesterday's column , I quoted Bush saying that the detainee bill "sends a clear message: This nation is patient and decent and fair, and we will never back down from the threats to our freedom."

I suggested that he might be mistaken about the "clear message" the bill really sends. I suggested a few alternatives, and asked you readers for more.
Here are a few of your responses:

* "My administration will stop at nothing to protect this nation during even-numbered years." (Patrick McGrath)

* "I do not value the advice of the military lawyers." (Jennifer Forsythe)

* "The terrorists have won." (Richard Panek)

* "The law sends a clear Orwellian message: in the name of justice we will deny justice." (Jon Krueger)

* "If you can't get away with it, and it won't go away, legislate it." (Mark Egit)

* "That I should be sending this anonymously." (Damian Walker)

* "To the Constitution: Your services are no longer required." (Craig Ostovitz)

* "Anyone detained by your government is a bad guy. Anyone tortured by your government is a bad guy. Anyone imprisoned secretly for life by your government deserves it because they were bad. The Constitution and its protections are just something bad guys use. If possible, the law should be expanded to cover U.S. citizens too, because the only people hurt by it are bad guys." (Anne L.H. Studholme)

* "Here's the clear message to me as a Canadian: I cannot visit the United States, because if some over-eager border guard thinks I'm a risk to national security, I could be locked up forever." (Kevin Longfield)

* "The clear message this sends to me is that our politicians fear our freedom much more than the terrorists hate it." (Gabriel Carbajal)

* "I think the 'clear message' of the torture-unlawful combatant-no habeas corpus law is its chilling effect on criticism. Since the law allows the president -- any president -- to name anyone he, alone, sees as a threat as an unlawful combatant (or someone who is aiding unlawful combatants), it is not a stretch to see how anyone speaking against the president or his policies could find himself detained without charges, a lawyer or a court date." (Bill Banks)

* "Clear Message to Charlie Savage and other signing statement watchers: 'The Senate did my signing statement for me this time.'" (Jane Savoca Gibson)

* "The Democrats still haven't learned to stand up to the President." (Tom Benthin)
* "L'État, c'est moi." (Louise Mowder)

* "One branch down, one to go." (Jim Magnant)

* "The Golden Rule is inoperative." (Vince Canzoneri)

seems to me lack folks is wontin change n i shore do hope they git it! tho it mite be hard to git whut they ackshly vote fer ...

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pomes of buddy don: We Were the Great Republic

We Were the Great Republic

We were the great republic – we were free –
Governed by law and not the whim of man –
A shining beacon was our destiny –
The best democracy since time began.

No one could be arrested without charge –
Imprisoned on suspicion, nothing more –
With speedy trials, convicted or discharged –
We were presumed not guilty – but no more ...

For now the president simply proclaims
A citizen's a danger to our nation –
After which he never clears his name –
Instead he suffers harsh interrogation.

The man who swore he'd guard our constitution
Has gladly signed its writ of execution.


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pitchers tuck by buddy don: the kiss

a while back we had a lil diskusshun bout candid pitchers of folks that dint know ye wuz takin thar pitcher. i posted sum lanks to the legal findins, witch ifn yer out in publick, yer in the 'publick domain' by definishun.

one reader, Anne Johnson of The Gods Are Bored, menchunned that at lease i hadnt posted no pitchers of nobidy a'kissin, witch that could git sumbidy in truble, ifn they wudnt kissin who thar spozed to be kissin.

but how bout these whar ye caint tell who tiz? i tuck these back in august. twuz verr dark so i wuz usin a iso of 1600. innywho, me n miz bd cum upon this corner n twuz moren i could reesist.

furst, the kiss ...



but fer me, the reackshun wuz even better ...



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pitchers tuck by buddy don: more drama underground

i have begun takin that depakote, witch i kin see whar a bidy mite not git sick on it, but thang is, a bidy mite not keer bout much of innythang. i shore hope i kin git my edge back, so to speak. seems lack it makes me wonta sleep more.

heres a cuple pitchers i tuck whenever me n miz bd wuz goin to brooklyn fer ackunpunkchur ...







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pitchers tuck by buddy don: sun settin on miz liberty

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random thirteen of buddy don: a lil musick fer my furst day on depakote

Love is the opening door
Love is what we came here for
No one could offer you more
Do you know what I mean
Have your eyes really seen

1. Love Song by Elton John frum Tumbleweed Connection
2. Goodbye Little Darling by Johnny Cash frum Up Through the Years, 1955-1957
3. Mr. Soul by Neil Young frum Decade
4. Heresy by Rush frum Roll the Bones
5. Evie's Garden by Freedy Johnston frum This Perfect World
6. Worthless Thing by Elvis Costello frum Goodbye Cruel World
7. Trudy and Dave by John Hiatt frum Slow Turning
8. I'm Going to Make Heaven My Home by Earl Scruggs & The Foggy Mountain Boys frum The Complete Mercury Sessions
9. Rikki Don't Lose That Number by Steely Dan frum Pretzel Logic
10. Desert Rose by Farhat Bouallagui/Sting frum Brand New Day
11. Show Me a Smile by Fleetwood Mac frum Future Games
12. Too Far Gone by Emmylou Harris frum Profile (The Best of Emmylou Harris)
13. Bad Meets Evil by Eminem/Royce Da 5-9 frum The Slim Shady LP

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quik note of buddy don: computer truble

i dint have no chants to blog this mornin on a counta sum computer trubles.

with this lil post i wonted to make shore them that reads this here blog to find out whuther i am sick will know i am havin a good day so fer.

later on i will see my newrallogist, witch miz bd called last week to ast whut should we do bout me bein sick. they tole her they could see me today. tiz one of the minny blessins of havin the most eggspensive health keer per capita in the worl! i reckun it must be the best since it costs the most, rite?

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pomes of buddy don: Our History

Our History

TR said once, "Speak softly and carry a big stick."
(Don't ever make a threat you can't enforce.)
But our big stick's in Iraq, there through thin and thick,
With no real plan except to stay the course.

We said we had to invade to prevent an outlaw state
From making weapons of mass destruction,
But now we have too little, a little bit too late
To stop rogue North Korea's nuke production.

Still, we haven't had to sacrifice a single tax cut
In our war to save civilization –
And though we found no weapons, Saddam is a nut!
He's evil's very personification!

So drink up! Let us celebrate our moral victory
We'll all be dead long before they write our history.


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quik note of buddy don: jury duty

i am on jury duty frum yesterdy, probly thru today on a counta how i caint promiss i wood show up fer ever day of inny jury since i could git a nuther migraine inny day.

fack is, miz bds mama tole her bout sumthin she had seen, witch miz bd looked up the feller n turnt out he wuz wurkin on a nuther thang, sumthin that wuz discuverd in the 19th centry name of cyclical vomiting syndrome:

Cyclic Vomiting Syndrome (CVS) is an unexplained functional digestive disorder characterized by recurrent, prolonged attacks of severe nausea, vomiting and abdominal pain resulting in decreased quality of life for both children & adults. Largely overlooked until about 10 years ago, millions of people worldwide suffer from this debilitating syndrome, while the clinical doctors are increasingly educated about CVS, the number of US patients diagnosed with this syndrome is climbing at a staggering rate.

The cause of CVS hasn't been isolated yet, but there are qualified professionals who can accurately diagnose and treat CVS. You and your family can find relief and gain control of your life again.

it shore do seem to eggsplain sum of the symptums i have had, witch i also git migraines, but thats to be eggspeckted. dont know ifn this will lead to a better treatment or innythang, but tiz oddly cumfertin to find sumthin lack this. kindly makes ye thank thar mite be sum hope.

innywho, i gut to git on a counta it takes me much longer to git to jury duty over in jersey city than it do to git to man hattan. sum parts of jersey is closer thataway.

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pomes of buddy don: Who Was It Pooped in Our Pants?!?

hat tip to meatbrain of ThinkingMeat, witch hes also a friend of mine who dun give me the metafor i use in this lil pome bout them publicans n that thar page program they been a'runnin fer the past ten years ...

Who Was It Pooped in Our Pants?!?

Who was it pooped in our pachyderm pants?
Who left the stench in our elephant britches?
Who was it took their stink-ridden chance?
Was it the press or Democrat witches?

Was it the pages with their playful pranks?
Or maybe George Soros, even slick Willy?
Must have been Democrats! They're giving thanks –
Who else wants the GOP to look silly?

And why won't the Dems take polygraph tests?
Since timing's suspicious and they stand to gain?
Why must we have evidence on those pests
To prove they revealed our stinky brown stain?

Someone commited a crime most daring –
They shat in the very pants we were wearing!

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reefleckshuns of buddy don: bein sick

thay aint much of nuthin that kin focus yer mind on whuts importunt moren bein sick kin do. i aint talkin bout havin a cold, but bein sick in a way whar ye almost could wish twood jes be over.

last sundy mornin, i woke with that dam sensitivity in a streak on the lef hand side of my hed. about nine times outta ten that means i am a'gone git a migraine, startin with the vomitin kind n then goin who knows whar.

but as paneful as that spot mite git, taint no migraine n it dont even always mean a migraine is cummin on.

but whenever i woke up on mundy mornin, thay wudnt no more doubt possibull on a counta i had to vomit bout as quik as i gut to the bathroom to begin my mornin ablushuns. i couldnt fite the facks, speshly since miz bd could see i wuz sick, so i tuck the imatrex n tride to git thru the horribull day. miz bd dun everthang she could do, puttin me in a hematite grid, witch she makes me lie down n putts hematite on differnt ackupunkchur spots. i caint say that it makes thangs git better, but it do seem to stop em fer a bit.

even so, i wuz still so sick that i spent much of the day goin frum one place to a nuther, seekin a spot whar i dint feel the urge to vomit. fer sum reason, i git this urge to git down on my knees with my hed on the floor, as if that mite make thangs better.

but it dont matter whut posishun ye git in, witch purty soon i find myself in the same place: lyin ion a fetal posishun up in the bed, no sound allowd, pillers on each ear, almos holdin my breath n waitin fer the crisis to pass. i generly fall asleep n git up late in the evenin. furst thang miz bd asts me is ifn i am ok, witch i caint tell on a counta bein so tard.

innywho, nex day, same thang, vomitin befor i could barely git a'goin. it woke miz bd, so she putt me in the grid n then give me sum reiki, witch that made it so i dint run around trine to git in a posishun that woodnt hurt, but quik as she wuz dun, them symptums cum up jes as strong as befor.

but windsdy wuz a lil different n i caint hep but wunder bout them rebound migraines. i caint tell ifn thats whut twuz. i only know that at about the same point in my daily rooteen, i notissd sumthin bein in my eye. it tuck me a nuther twenty mints to real eyes thay wudnt nuthin in my eye but i wuz havin parshull blindness.

now the thang bout that parshull blindness, lack that sensitivity on my hed, is how it dont bother me that much. tiz gentle, if innythang. i jes caint bleeve it means i am a'gone have the horror of a migraine follerin after it. i also caint tell thats whut tiz rite away.

corse ye pay fer delay: once i tuck my medicine on windsdy (or thursdy when i almost gut out the door till miz bd notissd i wuz lookin strange or even fridy), twuz too late to avoid the pane, witch in my case, it starts rite at my lef eye n covers most of the lef hand side of my hed. tiz so distink that ye half to thank tiz sumthin rong in there, lack a tumor a'growin or sumthin.

whuts almost the wurst thang bout it is how once them docters figger ye git migraines, then they aint too upset over yer bein sick fer six n one half days in a row.

fack is, i dint git over the migraines till i went to see my ackupunkchurist, Christina Morris at Element Healing. she give me a early appointment on saturdy, furst day we could git together (her husbin had jes tuck her to paris fer her birthdy). bout as quik as she gut them needles in me, i gut to feelin better fer the furst time since sundy.

but i still felt on the edge fer the rest of the day. i couldnt reelax n feel good. thang is, ye git to whar yer in a constunt cringe, waitin fer the next blow to hit.

i wont bore ye with everthang ye thank bout while yer waitin fer the pane or the nausea to give ye a brake. i git deepressd, skeerd i will lose my job, skeerd i will have a stroke. odd thang is, i feel lack my hed is bout to eggsplode, but whenever miz bd takes my blood preshur, tiz on the low side, 90 over 56, witch that aint all that low fer me. but tiz odd how ye kin feel so differnt frum how ye are.

but the point is how ye go frum wurryin the furst day over deliverabulls ye gut at wurk to wurryin bout how minny days ye bin sick to wurryin bout whuther ye will ever be abull to wurk agin to whuther ye kin live thru it.

ye real eyes how most of the thangs ye wurry bout everday aint all that importunt cumparrd to livin n dyin n bein abull to hold yer hed up with yer eyes open in brite lite.

but a nuff of me bellyachin bout havin migraines.

fack is, i pray i never have no reason agin to bore ye with talk of migraines. my plan is to see the newrallogist on fridy (furst day he could see me, witch he dint thank a 6.5 day migraine wuz nuthin to git all botherd bout since i am known to have migraines). i wont im to test my liver sos i kin start takin depakote.

i know tiz eggstreme, but i half to do sumthin to stop these thangs frum cummin on.

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pomes of buddy don: Just a Comma

Just a Comma

"What happened to your daughter,
Grieving Papa, grieving Mama,
What happened to your daughter in the war?"

"She was taken in the slaughter
Of a comma, just a comma,
But our painful sentence will end nevermore."

"What happened to your brother
When he went to get Osama?
What happened to your brother over there?"

"He went to fight another,
Not Osama, but a comma,
Now we'll never see our brother anywhere."

"When will Daddy come home?"
Asked the baby of its mama,
"When will Daddy come home from Iraq?"

"Never will he come home,"
Said the Mama, as a comma,
Let her sigh and say, "He's never coming back."

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mizry of buddy don: with a pome writ sundy

i thank i am havin whut they call a rebound migraine, witch that cums frum the migraine medicin that ye take. whenever ye quit takin it, ye sumtimes git sick, witch sum sez thats frum the migraine medicin (how is it differnt frum bein a addick?).

innywho, i writ this pome tuther day whenever i only had that sensitive spot on my hed that warns of truble brewin. befor the blindness i have now turns into the pane twill becum, here tiz:

The Cost of Security

We can't protect our ports because the cost
To inspect each container would be great –
And if we spend that money we'll have lost
The chance to remove taxes from estates.

And chemical plants are run by our friends
Who do not want their profit to be spent
Making the changes safety recommends
A terrorist attack to circumvent.

In fact homeland security's a trough
At which our politicians love to feed –
The way the funds are divied and paid off,
Is based on red state payback, not on need.

The people accept reasons most outrageous
Until we can't protect congress's pages!

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mizry of buddy don: sick as a dawg

i am in the thurd day of a vomitin migraine, witch seems lack i caint git past a sartin kinda weather change. i pray it ends today spehsly since i had writ a pome bout them pages on sundy when i only had the paneful scalp. mayhap i kin git it dun n feel better in the mornin, but fer now, with pallgies, i am a'goin back to bed.

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pinions of buddy don: terrsts win a nuther vicktry over us

habeas corpus, 1789-2006 — r.i.p.

tiz a sad day in amurka when 65 senators let tharself git so skeerd by a bunch of criminulls that dont even have a state of thar own till they vote to suspend habeas corpus. tiz my ardent hope that the supreme cort will putt a stop to the madness, witch tiz planely unconstitutional, ifn articull one, seckshun nine has inny meanin:

The Privilege of the Writ of Habeas Corpus shall not be suspended, unless when in Cases of Rebellion or Invasion the public Safety may require it.

terrism dont have the power to win a military battle. thats the hole point of it. all it kin do is skeer folks a nuff till they agree to limit thar own freedum, till they agree to give up thar way of life n liberties, till they agree to reduce tharself frum bein the eggsample that gave the worl hope to bein down on the same level as the terrsts they fear so much.

our palltishuns is so skeerd that they confuse the accused suspeck with the convickted guilty.

mr hasterts shameful statement that dimcrats efforts to perteck due process n the rule of law coddles terrsts is a low point in amurkin histry — we have now gone frum bleevin suspecks are innocent till proovd guilty to bleevin suspecks are dun alreddy guilty, subjeck to tortcher, indefinite confinement, even death, without bein able to deefend thar innocents, see the evidents agin em, to have a lawyer, even to let thar own fambly know they dun been locked up.

n ifn ye thank it caint happen to yer avridge amurkins, to yew or me or innybidy else mr bush wonts to claim is a terrst suspeck, then ye need to git to wurk readin yer histry. power corrupts n even the best intentchuns caint stop it frum bein abused.

i guess we are jes lucky to have a infallibull presidint that dont never make no miss take, that hadnt never arrested a sangle innocent person.

i am deeply dissapointed that mr bush used fear of terrsts to go agin the constitushun that he swore to uphold n perteck. as articull one of the constitushun putts it:

Before he enter on the execution of his office, he shall take the following oath or affirmation:--"I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States."

ye mite could notiss whar it dint say nuthin bout perteckin the amurkin peeple, witch thats the eggscuse mr bush uses fer givin into the basest of human instinks. no, hes spozed to be pertecktin n deefendin the constitushun.

but he aint pertecktin it. hes chippin away at the rites of us citizens the constitushun used to perteck.

to be honest, i dont eggspeck nuthin more outta mr bush n the rubberstamplicans that the once grand ole party has becum. they dun proovd thay aint no place too low fer em to stoop to keep thar power.

but but i am most deeply offended in the dimcrats that voted fer this awfull legislayshun, speshly the two frum the state whar i live, new jersey.

chalk up a nuther victry fer osama n all tuther terrsts who hate the u.s. 'for our freedoms'. as mr bush putt it his ownself back in september of 2001:

Americans are asking, why do they hate us? They hate what we see right here in this chamber -- a democratically elected government. Their leaders are self-appointed. They hate our freedoms -- our freedom of religion, our freedom of speech, our freedom to vote and assemble and disagree with each other.

this frum the leader of the same bunch that claims inny dissent emboldens the enemy, that wont face no folks assembled in protest, that putts up 'free speech zones'.

my grandies ole outhouse on a muggy august day dint stink this bad.

osama n his ilk attacked us to make us give up our freedums, liberties n way of life. who wooda thunk our own representatives wood be so quik to do his biddin, to remoov the verr consitushunull pertekshuns that used to make us the light n hope of the worl?

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pinions of buddy don: pre-9/11 war tackticks

seems lack ever other day ye here mr cheney or mr bush accusin them dimcrats of havin a pre-9/11 mindset. they lacks to claim how everthang changed whenever they wuz asleep at the switch long a nuff fer al qaeda to attack the worl trade center, witch histry shows how they wudnt gonna let tharself do innythang the clinton addministrayshun reckomennded. twuz all abc (anything but clinton) all the time.

so them terrsts cum, manely frum saudi arabia (15 of 19) to eggsecute a plot hatched in afghanistan by a feller name of osama that we set up as a 'freedum fiter' whenever the enemy wuz still the evil empire of the ussr, witch as ye mite member turnt out to be a massive potemkin village.

thar furst response wuz purty good: git into afghanistan to fite the taliban n reemove the sankchewairy whar osama n al qaeda wuz doin thar evil bizness of preparrin to attack us.

but rite away, they gut onto whut they wuz really wontin to do all along, witch that wuz to attack iraq. i bleeve in my hart (tho i caint proove it since they dont bleeve the peeple deeserve to know whut thar eleckted offishulls is up to when they hold secret energy meetings) – i bleeve in my hart that mr cheneys energy task force that met plenty of times, leevin no time to meet on al qaeda fer that other task force that mr cheney wuz leadin but not doin nuthin bout, i bleeve that task force wuz wurkin on the only possibull solushun to the oil crisis, witch thats to grab the last grate known oil reeserves lef in the worl, witch thats iraq.

i larnt a lot bout this by readin that book by Kevin Phillips name of American Theocracy. mr. phillips rites on page 75 of the paperback edishun:

In Baghdad's Iraqi National Museum, left wide open to looters in 2003 by careless U.S. military planners, dozens of wall maps explained Iraq's achievements as the cradle of world civilization: its invention of writing and the wheel, the birth of mathematics, and the establishment of the first code of laws (Hammurabi's). By most archeologists' accounts, the museum and the National Library were world-class institutions with unique collections.

Even so, the first major building to be surrounded and occupied by American soldiers was the one housing truly vital maps and artifacts: the Iraqi Oil Ministry. Here were thousands of seismic portraits of the nation's oil fields, the subterranean keys to Majnoon, northern Rumaila, West Qurna, and many more. World opinion had little difficulty in mistaking U.S. priorities.

[... to page 76]

The oil maps, in short, had long been the ones that mattered. For the U.S. and British oil companies, losing these concessions to the nationalizations of the 1970s was infuriating. The irony with respect to Iraq was that for one reason or another, the 1970s were the only decade of heavy pumping and large oil revenues. Production had been kept low during the glutted thirties, and it then stagnated during World War II. By 1948 Iraq's commercial production was just one-seventh that of Iran and one-sixth that of Saudi Arabia. Then between 1980 and 1988, the drawn-out Iran-Iraq War curbed output in both countries. Next came the Gulf War in 1991, followed by the effects of United Nations sanctions from 1990 until the subsequent invasion of Iraq in 2003. Over the last decade or so this chronology of Iraq's surprisingly limited oil production has become relevant again for a simple reason: given that relatively little of Iraq's oil has been pumped, most of it is still in the ground.

but whut did that miss-lead em to do?

tiz true that we wuz attacked by a new kind of enemy, lease fer us, but the furst attacks cum in the early nineties. even so, twuz the attacks of 9/11 that gut the current addministrayshun to pay tenchun to terrism in sted of missile deefents, witch that wuz all they could talk bout till them towers fell (tiz a good bit of bizness fer thar cronies, makin a missile deefents that costs billions in public treshure to perteck us agin enemies that caint do much to attack us innyway n witch wood be total suicide fer em given that we have the worls gratest supply of 'nukular' weppons n missiles that ackshly wurk to shoot rite back at any cuntry dumb a nuff to attack us thataway).

when them towers fell, thats whenever them publicans, fer short term palliticull gain, gut into thar habit of accusin the dimcrats of havin pre-9/11 mindset.

but heres whut gits me: the new kind of enemy that the addministrayshun finely understood wuz attackin us wuz not a state. twuznt a gummint of inny kind. twuz a tacktick name of terror that our enemies wonts to cunvints folks to use agin us, witch that means twuz a battle fer harts n minds, not fer regime change, not to brang down n occupy a nuther cuntry.

in other wurds, in response to a differnt kind of enemy, they used pre-9/11 war tackticks. pre-9/11 we had a army that could deefeet inny cuntry that wonted to go up agin us, but twuz ill equipped to go up agin the new kind of enemy, witch they aint part of no gummint, dont have the approval of nary a one of em (ceptn fer the taliban in afghanistan, witch we abandoned that place long befor the job wuz cumpletely dun). as mr rumsfeld sed, thay wudnt no good targets in afghanistan, beesides witch, they had all these plans fer attackin iraq reddy so why not use em?

so we proovd that we could attack n deefeet a hamstrung thurd-rate power lack iraq in record time, could have us a feel good misshun accomplished moment that only showed the worl how locked up in pre-9/11 war tackticks we really wuz.

turnt out that usin pre-9/11 war tackticks only managed to sow the seeds of anarchy into the desert winds of iraq, witch we been reapin the worlwind of that ever since.

tiz time fer sumbidy, even ifn tiz only a educated fool of a wanderin hillbilly, to say that we gut to quit usin pre-9/11 war tackticks. all we been able to do – n that thar nashunull intelligents estimutt prooves it – is to help spread the verr evil we claim we are trine to fite.

sum facks this addministrayshuns wishes wood go away include these:

• iraq dint attack us
• iraq dint have ties to al qaeda
• osama bin laden dint wonta have nuthin to do with a secularist lack saddam hussein
• saddam hussein wuz a authoritarian, a dicktater, n the last thang he wonted wuz to have terrists in his totalitarian state
• twuz the ideeology deeveloped in the madrasses of saudi arabia n pakistan that fed the terrsts thar evil bleefs that attackin the west usin terrism wood be the thang they orta do
• ye caint win harts n minds with bullets!

the goal of terrism is not to brang down a gummint, witch nobidy thanks a ragtag bunch of criminulls could ever take over the worls only remanin superpower, but whut it can do is skeer folks so much that they themselves will brang down the free n open society they had dun made fer thayself, witch in that sense, them terrsts is winnin n the bush addministrayshun is the one a'doin thar biddin by takin away everthang that makes made amurka the lite of the worl, the eggsample that shows peeple everwhar that thays a better way to live.

the hole point of usin terrism is to skeer the cuntry ye attack so much that that cuntry chooses to git rid of thar own rites, to change thar own society. the idee is to skeer peeple so much that they caint hardly thank fer tharself.

when our own gummint duz everthang it kin to inflate the threat n increase the fear, them terrst win ... n our own gummint duz thar biddin.

when we deecide to lower ourself to the level of the terrsts by usin torchur, them terrsts win ... n our own gummint duz thar biddin.

when we deecide to reemove rites the west has held since the magna carta – speshly the writ of habeus corpus – them terrsts win ... n our own gummint duz thar biddin.

when we deecide that the good will n pinion of a man is to be putt above the rule of law, them terrsts win ... n our own gummint duz thar biddin.

i wurk in man hattan. i wuz wurkin in a lil offus jes a cuple blocks away frum them towers whenever we wuz attacked. ifn i had been walkin thru them towers at the usual time in sted of bein on a lil vacayshun, i wooda been in the south tower whenever that furst plane hit. the attack killt that lil bizness i wuz a'wurkin fer.

but i am not afraid. nuthin mr bush n mr cheney n n mr rumsfeld n miz rice has ever sed makes me afraid of no terrst.

but whut they dun been a'doin to the ideals of amurka, whut they been a'doin by grabbin power fer thar ownself, that has me verr afraid.

they are a'doin the verr thang they claim they are pertecktin us agin, witch thats bein forced to give up our way of life.

meanwhile, on the ground in iraq, usin pre-9/11 war tackticks, we are stuck in a quagmire whar the forces fitin have hated each other ever since the split in islam in the 7th centry that led to thar bein sunnis n shias.

mr bush sed yesterdy we wuz on the offense agin folks that wonta do us harm but thats jes a nuther lie: them iraqis wudnt trine to do us no harm.

beesides witch, our usin pre-9/11 war tackticks has made the problem much wurser. fer my hole life n my daddys hole life befor that n his daddys hole life befor that, thay has been sum army frum the west in the middle east. never once wuz it free of outside military forces livin amung em. durin that same time, thay hasnt been nary one muslim army in our land or in inny land in the west.

it makes folks mad to be invaded, to be occupied, to be humiliated. ifn they git mad a nuff, they will attack back however they kin. tiz obveeus they caint possibly attack us usin pre-9/11 war tackticks since thay aint no doubt the west has the edge thar.

in sted, they gut to use other tackticks. now they kin claim that the amurkins, the west, has dun it agin, has dun invaded n occupied n humiliated muslims. so terrism is spreddin lack a cancer that has metastasized n spred everwhar.

thats on a counta how terrism is a tacktick that caint be fought with pre-9/11 war tackticks.

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pomes of buddy don: A Lesson Sublime

A Lesson Sublime

There once was a young middle eastern man –
Born in the humblest of situations –
Where violence raged 'neath a dictator's hand –
Where first born sons had no expectations.

The boy grew up to be a fine speaker –
He walked the land preaching higher law –
For truth, only truth, was he a seeker –
And all who listened heard him in awe.

The puppet authorities were not amused,
Fearing the adoring crowds he could draw –
They had him arrested, had him abused –
Tortured him till he was bloody and raw.

He saw no lawyer, was given no proof
Though he stood accused of capital crimes –
The local authorities remained aloof
As a fearful mob betrayed him three times.

And that for us was a lesson sublime –
As he was crucified on a great hill –
A suspect convicted of nary a crime –
With torture aren't we crucifying him still?

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pitchers tuck by buddy don: moshun in man hattan in moshun

i gut to git movin my ownself, but heres a pitcher of sum folks thats in moshun in man hattan. i been practissin trine to git movin folks in focuss, witch that makes the background blur.

these folks look purty reelaxed, huh?



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quik note of buddy don: killer molted

that crawdad i putt into the tank has dun molted agin. tiz hard to show how big he has gut in a pitcher, but thisn give ye a lil idee. ifn ye click on it, ye kin see a few more pitchers of im.



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mizry of buddy don: yesterdy

i reckun that thang i hate most bout them migraines i git is how they dont seem to pay no tenchun atall to my efforts to live thru em. ifn ye git the sniffles or allergies or even a stumach ache, ye kin grit yer teeth n git thru it.

yesterdy mornin i woke up at 2:30. thay wudnt no way to fall back to sleep so i gut up. ifn i wood add mitt it, i wood half to say i knew even then i wuz a'gone be sick. ifn i wood ackcept that, then i could take my medicin n call in sick n go back to bed.

but i caint bleeve the gentle beginnin of one of these attacks kin turn so ugly so fast. i went bout my mornin, couldnt hardly thank of nuthin to blog bout cept that book, witch i bleeve i wuz trine my best to feel better.

it dint matter nun. i lef fer wurk a'wundern the hole way whut could i eat without gittin sicker. turnt out it dint matter. i had a early meetin n while i wuz sittin in it, a cowurker ast me wuz i ok.

how is it everbidy kin see i am sick even when i am trine not to bleeve it my ownself?

dint matter whut i thought, ate, did. dint matter how much i tride to use willpower to keep frum gittin sick. the nausea gut to risin till i found myself gruntin over the bowl in the mens room n after vomitin once, thay wudnt no way to turn back.

so i cum home n sufferd lack crazy till the medicin let me sleep fer most of the day. when i gut up, i felt better, but evertime i git one of these thangs, i feel a lil hollow the nex day, witch thats how i feel now. i know frum eggsperients that twill be a ruff mornin but by the time i have lunch i should feel fine.

lease thats my hope.

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book revue of buddy don: The Four Agreements

a lil while ago i red me a book name of The Four Agreements writ by a feller name of Don Miguel Ruiz. i aint gut too much to say bout it ceptn that tiz one of the best books i ever red fer makin a bidy feel better.

the four agreements is simple:

• be impeccabull with yer speech
• dont take thangs personull
• dont make no assumpshuns
• do yer best

i know that sound purty simple, but ifn ye read that book, read bout the importunts of yer word (in the beginning wuz the word n the word wuz with god n the word wuz god) n how tiz a sacred trust not to abuse it fer gossip or lyin or misleadin n such. tiz purty obveeus, but ifn ye try to foller along with that, not only in trine to keep frum misusin yer own speech but also trine not to be sucked into the misuse of speech others wonts to make, then ye git to feel better rite away.

but fer me, the secunt one is the best. mayhap that shows ye how i gut to hi a pinion of myself n whut others is thankin bout me, but ifn ye real eyes how most of whut other folks sez bout ye tells ye more bout them than it do bout you, ye git to feelin better.

i wont spoil the hole book for ye, but i stronly urge ye to give it a lil read. i know it has led to me feelin much better bout myself n my life everday since i red it.

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pinions of buddy don: ramblins fer a windsdy

is the sitchewayshun that bad? looks lack tiz a nuff to deepress even the true bleevers. such wuz the case with a yung patriot name of A. Heather Coyne, witch ye kin read bout how she wint frum true bleever to deepressd in a articull name of The Road to Disillusionment; Army Reserve Captain 'Anxious and Depressed' Over Iraq.

almost everbidy agrees that ifn we wuznt so deependent on thar oil, we woodnt have so much truble bein cunsistent bout our morality in the middle east. in sted, we practiss whut ye wood half to call moral relativism: whuts rite fer one group (democrussy) aint sumthin to push fer a nuthern (dictaters in cuntries lack saudi arabia or kazakhstan or uzbekistan).

but why dont we jes cum up with a nuther way to git energy? they gut em one in brazil, witch how did we reack? we putt a hi tarriff on thar sugar ethanol to keep it out! ye kin read bout it ifn yer willin to pay fer times select, witch tiz discust by thomas friedman in a articull aptly named Dumb as We Wanna Be:

Thanks to pressure from Midwest farmers and agribusinesses, who want to protect the U.S. corn ethanol industry from competition from Brazilian sugar ethanol, we have imposed a stiff tariff to keep it out. We do this even though Brazilian sugar ethanol provides eight times the energy of the fossil fuel used to make it, while American corn ethanol provides only 1.3 times the energy of the fossil fuel used to make it. We do this even though sugar ethanol reduces greenhouses gases more than corn ethanol. And we do this even though sugar cane ethanol can easily be grown in poor tropical countries in Africa or the Caribbean, and could actually help alleviate their poverty.

Yes, you read all this right. We tax imported sugar ethanol, which could finance our poor friends, but we don’t tax imported crude oil, which definitely finances our rich enemies. We’d rather power anti-Americans with our energy purchases than promote antipoverty.

meanwhile, how is our puppet holdin up? not so good, ifn ye kin bleeve whuts writ in a articull name of Doubts Increase About Strength of Iraq’s Premier:

Senior Iraqi and American officials are beginning to question whether Prime Minister Nuri Kamal al-Maliki has the political muscle and decisiveness to hold Iraq together as it hovers on the edge of a full civil war.

Four months into his tenure, Mr. Maliki has failed to take aggressive steps to end the country’s sectarian strife because they would alienate fundamentalist Shiite leaders inside his fractious government who have large followings and private armies, senior Iraqi politicians and Western officials say. He is also constrained by the need to woo militant Sunni Arabs connected to the insurgency.

ifn ye read the rest of that articull, ye mite cum out of it wunderin whut i wunderd a long time ago: duz it take a evil dicktater?

but ifn ye wonta see how bad thangs really is, read this articull frum the frunt page of the lost angeles times name of No One Dares to Help; The wounded die alone on Baghdad's streets. An offer of aid could be your own death sentence, an Iraqi reporter writes.

freedums on the march!

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pinions of buddy don: havin faith in whut ye bleeve

one of the thangs i wunder bout the crowd thats in cuntrol of our cuntry at the moment is why they dont have no faith in the thangs they claim they bleeve. they claim they bleeve in jesus christ n god the father n the words writ in the bible.

thems good wurds to say, but they gut to be backed up by deeds n thats whar this lil wanderin hillbilly gits cunfused. aint it by thar fruits that ye know em? aint thar fruits thar ackshuns, not thar wurds

heres my simple logick ...

furst, ye gut this life n the after life. thisn, cordin to the bible, gits ye three score n ten, more ifn yer lucky, less ifn yer not. but even the oldest livin humans dont git past, say, 150 years old.

nex, ye gut the after life, witch it dont have no end, meanin tiz eternull.

so ye gut give or take 70 years versus eternity.

whut duz jesus ast us to do with our 70 years? when it cums time fer im to deecide who gits to share eternity with im n who gits to be sent to a firey death, how duz he deecide?

he splains it all purty well in the 25th chaptur of matthew, witch thats the part i am trine to square with whut we are told we gut to do by all them christchuns, speshly our presdint who claims his favert flossofer is jesus.

we gut to take the fite to them, on a counta in the presdints worl n in the right wing christchun bleefs, this life is all that matters. ye kin do jes about whutever ye need to do ifn tiz to 'perteck' yer fambly n cuntry.

lets ignore whuther attackin them over thar keeps em frum attackin us over here. mayhap it do, but it seems to me a lil odd to deepend on the agreement of terrsts that they wont attack us here long as we keep attackin em thar. seems to me that jes heps tuther side manufackchur more terrsts.

the point is that jesus dint ast us to attack nobidy innywhar. he ast us to do jes the opposit. ifn we are struck on one cheek, we are spozed to turn tuthern.

we dont even pull out our swords to perteck jesus hisself, as ye mite member bout the story of the garden of gesthsemane whar peter pullt his sword n cut off the ear of one of them romans that had cum to take jesus away to be torcherd to death. jesus dint allow no such deefents n tole peter that ifn he wuz to live by the sword he wood die by it.

he dint ast us to make this worl a just place or make it safe fer deemocrussy nor nothin of that natchur. when satan tempted him in the desert by pointin out that he could have dominion over everthang, meanin he could brang deevine justus to everbidy, jesus refused to give in to the temptayshun.

n thats on a counta his misshun here wuz not to make a bunch of soljers feel good bout killin folks. he dint cum to pervide justus in this imperfeck worl whar all have sinned n fallen short of the glory of god.

he cum to rally us to a differnt kind of a fite, witch tiz each n every persuns own battle fer his own soul.

the battle of jesus is a spiritchul battle, not a physicull one.

why? on a counta this world dont matter nun, tiz only a brief instunt next to eternity.

so how are we, speshly them that claims jesus fer the savyer n wonts to have wars n such, how are we (n they) makin use of our preshus chants to save our own souls?

seems lack here lately the mane thang we are bein told is how we have to agree to bushs deesire to tortcher folks he suspecks of bein terrsts.

talk about invertin yer 'innocent till proven guilty' idee! ifn yer a suspeck, ye mite as well be guilty on a counta yer gonna be tortcherd innyway.

so how kin that cum out based on whut jesus tole us?

it dont look good fer them that bleeves in tortcherin n heres why i say so.

furst, shorely we wood all agree that ye dont gut nuthin no lower than a terrist. ye could quibble with that n argue that thays lesser beins, but ye dont git much lessern a terrst n ye mite could say they are the least amung us.

ifn ye read that 25th chaptur of matthew, ye will read bout the end of the worl whar jesus is separatin the goats frum the sheep. how duz he distinguish twixt folks? is it on how much money they made? how minny taxes they cut or gut out of payin? is it how minny abortionists they killt? is it whuther they made laws agin gay folks gittin hitched?

taint nun of that. heres whut jesus sed in matthew 25 versus 31 thru 40 bout whut yer treatment of such folks means:

When the Son of man shall come in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory:

And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats:

And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left.

Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:

For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:

Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.

Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink?

When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee?

Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?

And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

so whut are they sayin we orta be able to do to these least amung us, these lowest of the low? n duz whut they say we should do fit with whut jesus ast us to do?

heres sum eggsamples frum dan froomkins revue of the press clippins on the subjeck. ye deecide whuther this wood git praze frum jesus at that final day in frunt of his throne. this quotes frum a washington post editorial quoted in a press revue writ by dan froomkin:

Writes The Post: "He's talking about the practice of sequestering terrorist suspects indefinitely and without charge in secret foreign locations and holding them incommunicado even from the International Red Cross. Until recently, such 'disappearances' were the signature of Third World dictatorships. . . .

"Mr. Bush also wants the CIA to be able to treat its detainees to such practices as 'cold cell,' or induced hypothermia, in which detainees are held naked in near-freezing temperatures and repeatedly doused with water; 'long standing,' in which prisoners are handcuffed in an uncomfortable standing position and forced to remain there for up to 40 hours; and prolonged sleep deprivation.

"Throughout the world and for decades, such practices have been called torture. That's what the United States called them when they were used by the Soviet KGB. As the president himself tacitly acknowledges, they violate Geneva and other international conventions as well as current U.S. law."

so we wonta be able to lock em up with no trial nor inny rite to see inny evidents agin em, strip em naked, putt em in a cold room n douse em with cold water, make em listen to bad loud musick, force em to stand in awkward posishuns fer 40 hours n yew name it. sum of em least amung us has even died frum such treatment.

but whut did jesus ast us to do?

'Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.'

but when, ast the rightchus, when did we ever see ye n do innythang lack that?

'Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.'

so i cum back to the beginnin, whar i wish them christchuns in charge had more faith in whut they claims to bleeve.

ifn they did, they woodnt half to take it on tharself to punish aborshunists on a counta ifn god dont lack whut they dun he kin give em judgment once the aborshunist is ded.

they woodnt half to wurry bout gays marryin on a counta ifn god dont lack em gittin hitched, he kin give em judgment after thar ded.

they woodnt half to take it on tharself to try to kill terrsts, witch far as we kin tell, trine to kill em all only makes more of em.

jesus asts us not to resist evil but to return it with luv, with good.

the war on terror, ultimately, means cunvintsin folks not to use the tacktick of terror. ifn ye have everbidy anser the call of jesus -- or abraham or mohammed or buddha or most inny relijus figger ye kin cum up with -- then ye kin let god do the judgin.

tiz sumthin jesus advised, agin in matthew, this time 7th chaptur, furst 5 versus:

Judge not, that ye be not judged.

For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.

And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?

Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye?

Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye.

no doubt sum of the folks that bleeves in whut we are a'doin wood claim that ifn we wuz to foller jesus twood jes make it that much easier fer the terrsts to kill us all.

mayhap tiz true. mayhap them terrsts wood git to rule fer thar three score n ten. but comparrd to eternity, that aint even the blank of a eye.

i aint claimin to be no christchun on a counta i know how far short of that ideal i fall. but i git annoyed at all them folks usin this fine peaceful relijun to justify whut evil they wonta do, even ifn tiz in the name of good.

but even ifn i aint no christchun, i kin read n understand whut jesus wuz astin of his deeciples n thay aint nuthin atall in thar bout killin folks.

caint the christchuns thats runnin thangs these days have faith in the god they loudly claim they bleeve in? caint they trust thar god to handle the judgin?

jesus dint resist even bein torcherd.

corse, he did have faith.

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Pomes of buddy don: The Promised Land

The Promised Land

The Rubberstamplicans have built a land
Devoted to their dogmatic beliefs –
Built on a foundation of shifting sand,
It's crashed upon reality's hard reefs.

'Twas built between a hard place and Iraq
A place they had no time to understand
The nation's riches? On the auction block –
They've privatized what's not theirs to command!

And for their sacrifices as they feed
Upon the profiteering trough of war,
For riches they will sweat but never bleed
Since bleeding's what we've saved Iraqis for.

Although there is no profit in safe borders,
At least we have Paul Bremer's hundred orders!

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eggscuses of buddy don: why i aint been bloggin

tiz verr simple: blogspot dont seem to wonta wurk. i am makin this here post jes to test it, but i aint gut much hope fer nuthin to cum out. twood be nice ifn they wood give us a lil notiss bout whuts rong.

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pomes of buddy don: What Good Is Freedom?

What Good Is Freedom?

Once we were known as the land of the brave
A great people proud to die or live free.
But magnified fears, a tsunami wave,
Convinced us to rewrite our own history.

Instead of brave people, who fear only fear,
We've become cowards who fall for sound bites.
The fighting's for those who must volunteer
Meanwhile let's rewrite that old bill of rights.

For what good is freedom from six feet under?
What good is freedom with terrorists near?
Our president's voice, it rings out like thunder
To scare everyone each election year.

We thought our ideals were manna from heaven,
Now we forsake them as pre-9/11!

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pitcher tuck by buddy don: memberin that awe full day

they shine them blue lites whar them twin towers used to be ever annivesry of that awe full day, witch i dint have a verr good angle on it. i wish i knew more bout takin pitchers sos i could git a bettern of this ...



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pitchers tuck by buddy don: creepy lil critters

i spent yesterdy in bed with a nuther migraine, witch thisn wuz stopped in its tracks by miz bd a'givin me a treatment with hematite stones, witch i thank she calls it a hematite grid. so i dint have to take no imatrex to git over it, but twuz a nuff to make me miss a birthdy party fer miz bds son jack.

on saturdy i wuz feelin purty good so me n miz bd went to that brooklyn botanic garden on our way to the ackupunkchurist. i tuck a slew of pitchers, witch ye kin see one below. i wuz trine to catch sum of them creepy lil critters close up. ifn ye click on the pitcher below ye kin see a few otherns.

feel free to vote on em ifn ye lack em by lettin yer mouse hover over the photo till ye see a green thumbs up, witch i hope ye will click that in sted of the red thumbs down. ye kin make comments n such ifn ye wonta.



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blessins of buddy don: beeyootifull mornin after a day of mizry

i et tuther day in a new restrunt i hattent et in befor. twuz jamaican n the food wuz verr tasty. but not too long after eatin it, i started feelin sum of them awe full symptums. by yesterdy mornin, i couldnt do much of nuthin cept take my medicin n lie in the bed.

so tiz a grate blessin that i woke this mornin with no symptums. me n miz bd gut out to see the sunrise, witch twuz rite beeyootifull. i tuck a pitcher of it, as ye mite magin i wood do.



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pinions of buddy don: a few questchuns

i wuz wundern whut wuz ment by the wurd 'fascist' so i looked it up n found out tiz sumbidy that bleeves in the princepills of 'fascism.' so whut is fascism? i looked it up too n found this at dictionary.reference.com:

–noun
1. (sometimes initial capital letter) a governmental system led by a dictator having complete power, forcibly suppressing opposition and criticism, regimenting all industry, commerce, etc., and emphasizing an aggressive nationalism and often racism.

2. (sometimes initial capital letter) the philosophy, principles, or methods of fascism.

3. (initial capital letter) a fascist movement, esp. the one established by Mussolini in Italy 1922–43.

so heres a cuple questchuns:

1. how kin a ragtag bunch of criminull terrists be fascists ifn they dont have no gummint, dont have no military industrial complex, dont have the means to suppress opposishun n criticism or regiment all industry (they dont gut no industry!), commerce (whut commerce?), etc. (whut etc have they gut?)
2. how kin they emphasize thar nashunullism ifn they dont gut no nayshun?

corse, the reason i ast is on accounta of the publicans trine to claim them terrists is islamofascists, witch that brangs up a nuther questchun or two:

1. how kin they be fascists ifn they dont have no cuntry?
2. fer that matter, whuts the differnts twixt fascism n the unitary presdint that gits to do whutever he wonts to do ifn he has suspishun that sumbidy mite be suspishus?

nuther thang i wunder bout is that one percent doctrine of dick cheney. the idee is that ifn thays a one percent chants of a attack happnin, ye treat it lack twuz a'gone happen. it kin justify attackin sumbidy on suspishun thays a one percent chants that they mite attack yew sumday. ok, so heres my questchuns, witch the furst questchun is the same one abraham wuz astin god bout sodom n gomorrah, witch as ye mite member, god deecided he woodnt deestroy them evil places ifn thay wuz even one good person amung em, witch turnt out lot wuz that one person:

1. whut percent of innocent folks kin we kill?
2. whut percent of em kin be christchuns?
3. jews?
4. muslims?
5. hindus?
6. non-bleevers?
7. our own soljers, sailors, airmen n marines?

nuther thang i wunder is bout that agreement pakistan has made not to keep sendin troops to waziristan, witch thats whar we bleeve osama bin laden is hidin:

1. ifn a cuntry that gives terrsts support n shelter deeserves to be attacked, how cum we dont attack pakistan?
2. or is that doctrine jes a nuther kewl sound bite?

lastly, we herd mr bush yesterdy finely astin congress to make legal all them not-quite-legal thangs he has dun been a'doin. he sed thay wuznt no time to waste. dont that brang up a questchun or two? fer instunts:

1. why wuznt it urgent back whenever mr bush wuz furst brakin them laws?
2. why do them fambly members of them 9/11 victims deeserve closhure now but dint deeserve it ere the eleckshun wuz a cuple munths away?
3. why is congress bein ast to be a enabler fer a law-braker in sted of a check n balance to the eggzecutive branch lack tiz spozed to be accordin to the constitushun?

i wish i had sum ansers, witch heres the closest thang i gut: mr bush is astin his rubberstamplicans in congress to rubberstamp his lawbrakin on a counta ifn the dimcrats should try to deefend the constitushun, them publicans kin paint em as bein weak on nashunull deefents, witch that leads to my last questchuns:

1. aint thay nuthin but partisans left in washington?
2. aint thay no patriots left to stand up fer the constitushun?
3. has them publicans – them rubberstamplicans – gut no shame?

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pomes of buddy don: Osama, Once Forgotten

Osama, Once Forgotten

Osama, once forgotten, is now back
To scare our soccer moms from shore to shore –
If we were not bogged down there in Iraq,
He'd come to kill us at the grocery store.

This is the bloody conflict where the war
Against the stateless fascists will be won –
So we can't trust our diplomatic corps
To finish what we must not leave undone.

And though this is the central conflict of
The twenty-first century since Christ –
We need not forgo tax cuts that we love
Since freedom can be bought at bargain price.

We will not win if our morale is dropping –
So take a second mortgage and go shopping!

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obsesshuns of buddy don: still caint git a nuff smugmug

i half to add mitt, tiz a good thang i had that truble with the size limit here on blogger on a counta how it gut me to try smugmug. tiz a grate place.

i also wonta say thankee to everbidy who hepped out by follering them lanks n clickin the green thumbs up on sum of my pitchers. heres a nuthern frum a differnt gallery. thisns the story of The Tank, witch thats the aquarium we have in our apartment. i been keepin this same tank fer over 12 years now n have one fish thats goin on his 11th year with me (his name is Felix the Catfish). heres a pitcher of a nuther catfish that lives in the tank, witch his name is Fritz the Catfish. we dun had im fer over 6 years n he aint near as shy as Felix. we never once gut a good pitcher of Felix.

ifn ye have a lil time, twood be a blessin ifn ye wuz to foller that lank n click sum thumbs up signs on sum of the pitchers.



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shameless beggin of buddy don: wood ye vote fer my pitchers?

i know taint po-light to ast folks to vote fer yer pitchers, but i wonta ast ye to doot innyways. i joind a lil community name of dpreview over on smugmug n putt a gallery of subway pitchers on it. ifn ye wood be so kind as to go over thar n rate them pitchers, witch ye do that by holdin yer mouse over the pitcher till ye kin see a green thumbs up n a red thumbs down. i am hopin ye wood click the green thumbs up on the ones ye lack, ifn thays inny of em ye do.

ye kin git thar by clickin on this pitcher, witch tiz one of em in that gallery ...



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