externalists and solipsists

Jane, Dick, and Sally, has a nice ring, an echo of Tom, Dick, and Harry those ubiquitous everymen. While Sally does not appear to have a formal version like Salntha, it has a nice short version in Sal, as in my gal Sal.  I've known a couple Sadies who upon closer inspection turned out to be Sarahs so um, I dunno, just saying.

I don't remember white gloves as an usher at the State Lake, but I do remember something called a dickie which was a cardboard thing with a collar that went across your chest to give the impression that you were wearing a smooth white shirt, and there was a bow tie which may or may not have been attached to the dickie.  I think it was remnant of former times, like celluloid collars which I have heard of but never experienced. 

What can you say about a guy who can't even get his credo correct?  There are those folks who can see, and maybe smell and taste, music, and likewise can hear color.  I can do that a little in that high notes appear to me as red or yellowish whereas the dark colors are green and blue.  It kind of makes sense to me in that high notes and the lower side of the spectrum are pure and simple whereas low notes and blues and greens are more complex.  Kind of odd too that the high notes have higher frequency while on the light scale the higher frequencies are on the blue green side of the spectrum.  That blue flame, though hotter than the red one, seems calmer, more composed, than that red and yellow flame waving wildly. 

I seem to have heard of this Cisolopsmrman from Beagles before, perhaps that was in the olden tymes when this conversation was carried on by emails.  The externalist school of philosophy sounds like the opposite of solipsism.  If I am speaking as an externalist why should you listen to me since if I am right, I don't exist?  But if I am speaking as a solipsist why should I be speaking to you since you don't exist? 

Speaking of things that don't exist, don't exist in the sense that they are not a threat to the integrity of our country and certainly don't exist in the sense that they justify having five or ten thousand of our highly trained troups sitting on the border tossing cards into hats, whatever happened to that caravan?