Back in the 70s, I secured permission from John Brown, a local farmer, to run my coon hounds in his cornfield at night. John was impressed that I had bothered to ask permission, he told me that most people didn't. He said that he didn't mind them hunting on his land, but he was not happy about those who drove their vehicles through his standing crops. I assured him that I would never do that, and that I would park anyplace he told me to, and walk in from there. John told me about another field he had that had been experiencing raccoon damage, and that I could park by the old sportsmen's club. It seems that the old sportsmen's clubhouse had burned some time ago, and the old sportsmen abandoned the site, choosing to rebuild somewhere else. The old site was on a little traveled back country road, and I didn't know it was there until John told me about it.
I pulled into the driveway of the old sportsmen's club on a dark October night. The burned out clubhouse stood in a grove of big old trees covered with dried out leaves that rustled ominously in the night wind. As my headlights swept the scene, I caught sight of a human body hanging from one of those trees! I have never had a heart attack, so I don't know what one feels like, but I was pretty sure I was having one that time. There were no cell phones in those days, so I knew I would have to leave the scene to report this, but I was in no shape to drive at the moment. I figured that my cardiac symptoms would subside eventually and decided to wait them out. While I was waiting, a car drove by on the county road, real slow, and I was sure that I heard the occupants laughing. Then I looked back at the body, and detected some stray bits of straw sticking out around the fringes of its clothing. It was a dummy or, as the Brits would say, "a guy", although I didn't learn about the Guy Fawkes tradition until decades later. It is my understanding that the Brits are the only ones who call a dummy a guy, we don't do that here. Well, I suppose some American guys are dummies, but all British dummies are guys.
I think that you guys are making too much out of this "they" thing. Sometimes it might mean a specific group, but usually it just means "other people". Haven't you ever heard somebody say "they say...."?
Monday, June 12, 2017
More popcorn, please
Okay, guys. what's in a name, anyhow? The name Guy precedes that Fawkes fellow by quite a few years, but it never gained much popularity. Not a lot of guys named Guy these days but I remember a guy named Guy in high school, but his name was really Gaetano, so it doesn't count.
Some names have always sounded cooler than others, but the coolness factor changes with the times. Why do some names sound wimpier than others? Is it the combination of vowels and consonants, with harder sounding phonemes indicating more rugged names, like Rocky being tougher than Willy? It's curious how we form mental images based solely on a name. Tony Curtis sounds more manly than Bernie Schwartz, but they're the same guy. Likewise with Roy Rogers sounding more like a cowboy than Leonard Slye, but again, the same guy. Clint Eastwood really lucked out; that's his real name. But if his parents named him Larry, for instance, would he have become the legend he is today?
One of the coolest names I know of today is from my brother in law's side of the family. His nephew's last name is Ronzi (Italian) and he named his newborn son Rocco, Rocco Ronzi, a hell of name to live up to. I figure he'll either be a prizefighter or a crime lord.
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Some folks like to think that "they" are out to get them, and those folks may be correct but I wish the claim was more specific. Damn, it's hard to differentiate the different "theys." I usually follow the context; if someone says "they raised my taxes" I assume they mean legislators. Or if "they arrested my mother" I'll assume the police were involved. But when folks claim "they are ruining the country" I lose interest; in that context "they" could be anything, or nothing. Blaming "them" is a cop out when the actual causes can't be identified. We know something is wrong, but we can't quite put our finger on it so it's all "their" fault, it's always been their fault. Mu.
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According to my entertainment schedule, this week's circus continues with testimony of one Jefferson Beauregard Sessions before tomorrow's Intelligence Committee. Will any truths be revealed, or new insights gained? Don't hold your breath.
I don't think that Trump understands the Streisand Effect: the more you try to deflect interest the more attention you draw to the matter. Nothing makes you look more guilty, or stupid, than firing the investigators. Now that the District of Columbia and the state of Maryland are investigating his financial emolument shenanigans, with the possibility of subpoenas for tax records, the entertainment will reach a new level. Push is coming to shove and it should be quite a show.
But there's a new coal mine in Pennsylvania, so it's not all bad news for Trump. And he is sure to find comfort in the loving arms of the First Lady as she arrives at the White House.
Some names have always sounded cooler than others, but the coolness factor changes with the times. Why do some names sound wimpier than others? Is it the combination of vowels and consonants, with harder sounding phonemes indicating more rugged names, like Rocky being tougher than Willy? It's curious how we form mental images based solely on a name. Tony Curtis sounds more manly than Bernie Schwartz, but they're the same guy. Likewise with Roy Rogers sounding more like a cowboy than Leonard Slye, but again, the same guy. Clint Eastwood really lucked out; that's his real name. But if his parents named him Larry, for instance, would he have become the legend he is today?
One of the coolest names I know of today is from my brother in law's side of the family. His nephew's last name is Ronzi (Italian) and he named his newborn son Rocco, Rocco Ronzi, a hell of name to live up to. I figure he'll either be a prizefighter or a crime lord.
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Some folks like to think that "they" are out to get them, and those folks may be correct but I wish the claim was more specific. Damn, it's hard to differentiate the different "theys." I usually follow the context; if someone says "they raised my taxes" I assume they mean legislators. Or if "they arrested my mother" I'll assume the police were involved. But when folks claim "they are ruining the country" I lose interest; in that context "they" could be anything, or nothing. Blaming "them" is a cop out when the actual causes can't be identified. We know something is wrong, but we can't quite put our finger on it so it's all "their" fault, it's always been their fault. Mu.
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According to my entertainment schedule, this week's circus continues with testimony of one Jefferson Beauregard Sessions before tomorrow's Intelligence Committee. Will any truths be revealed, or new insights gained? Don't hold your breath.
I don't think that Trump understands the Streisand Effect: the more you try to deflect interest the more attention you draw to the matter. Nothing makes you look more guilty, or stupid, than firing the investigators. Now that the District of Columbia and the state of Maryland are investigating his financial emolument shenanigans, with the possibility of subpoenas for tax records, the entertainment will reach a new level. Push is coming to shove and it should be quite a show.
But there's a new coal mine in Pennsylvania, so it's not all bad news for Trump. And he is sure to find comfort in the loving arms of the First Lady as she arrives at the White House.
blowing everything up, never out of style
How is Beagles so sure that They are a force of evil? Maybe They are a force for good. Now I wonder who is in this group of We. I thought it was Beagles alone fighting the good (possibly evil if They are good) fight against Them.
The spread out story reminds me of a Paul Newman movie I once saw, Hombre I think it was. They of course are out to get him. He has gotten away and is climbing up a mountain. The sheriff is getting up a posse and the locals seem willing enough until the sheriff points out that Hombre only has four bullets left in his gun and even if he uses each bullet skillfully and kills four of them, the fifth guy will be able to bring him in dead or alive, at which point they all remember that they have to walk the dog or something.
I did not know that the word guy came from Guy Fawkes, Ir seems like one of those words that has been around forever. Interesting that it became the second person plural by way of being a mannequin, Nobody calls a mannequin a guy anymore. Another thing I've noticed is that when a European or maybe an Arab, whose English is not so hot, speaks of people he calls them guys. Like I saw these guys, or I was talking to that guy. It always seemed a little odd to me because guy is kind of slangy and you don't expect somebody who doesn't know English that well to be familiar with slang.
You would think you people would be the same as you guys, but it's not is it? Beagles said it was kind of condescending, and I guess so, also maybe in some contexts, sort of racist. Back when I was subbing I once addressed a group of kids as you people, meaning just you guys. But most of the kids were black and this one girl picked up on it and was like 'Oh you called us 'you people.' You know they're like that, not blacks, just kids in general. They know certain words or expressions are taboo and if they can catch teach in it they can raise a ruckus. I pretended that I didn't know what she was talking about, and being a sixth grader, she was probably not too sure either and the incident passed without a ruckus.
Back to Guy Fawkes, that's the mask like Anonymous (the hacker group) and some other vaguely leftist groups wear when demonstrating or talking to the press. There is this strange spectrum of mostly young leftists who are against everything and subscribe to some conspiracy theories and have their own politically correct language, and are so far around the bend they almost meet the rightists on the other end of the circle, like some claim the establishment left and right meet on the other end of the circle as libertarians, but I am not so sure about that.
But I wonder why those guys like Guy Fawkes so much. Is it because he had some common cause or just because he wanted to blow things up. No, it appears that he just wanted to kill the king to put a new Catholic king on the throne. So I guess it's just blowing everything up that the new new left admires about him. Remember the new left? Now I guess it is the old new left.
The spread out story reminds me of a Paul Newman movie I once saw, Hombre I think it was. They of course are out to get him. He has gotten away and is climbing up a mountain. The sheriff is getting up a posse and the locals seem willing enough until the sheriff points out that Hombre only has four bullets left in his gun and even if he uses each bullet skillfully and kills four of them, the fifth guy will be able to bring him in dead or alive, at which point they all remember that they have to walk the dog or something.
I did not know that the word guy came from Guy Fawkes, Ir seems like one of those words that has been around forever. Interesting that it became the second person plural by way of being a mannequin, Nobody calls a mannequin a guy anymore. Another thing I've noticed is that when a European or maybe an Arab, whose English is not so hot, speaks of people he calls them guys. Like I saw these guys, or I was talking to that guy. It always seemed a little odd to me because guy is kind of slangy and you don't expect somebody who doesn't know English that well to be familiar with slang.
You would think you people would be the same as you guys, but it's not is it? Beagles said it was kind of condescending, and I guess so, also maybe in some contexts, sort of racist. Back when I was subbing I once addressed a group of kids as you people, meaning just you guys. But most of the kids were black and this one girl picked up on it and was like 'Oh you called us 'you people.' You know they're like that, not blacks, just kids in general. They know certain words or expressions are taboo and if they can catch teach in it they can raise a ruckus. I pretended that I didn't know what she was talking about, and being a sixth grader, she was probably not too sure either and the incident passed without a ruckus.
Back to Guy Fawkes, that's the mask like Anonymous (the hacker group) and some other vaguely leftist groups wear when demonstrating or talking to the press. There is this strange spectrum of mostly young leftists who are against everything and subscribe to some conspiracy theories and have their own politically correct language, and are so far around the bend they almost meet the rightists on the other end of the circle, like some claim the establishment left and right meet on the other end of the circle as libertarians, but I am not so sure about that.
But I wonder why those guys like Guy Fawkes so much. Is it because he had some common cause or just because he wanted to blow things up. No, it appears that he just wanted to kill the king to put a new Catholic king on the throne. So I guess it's just blowing everything up that the new new left admires about him. Remember the new left? Now I guess it is the old new left.
Saturday, June 10, 2017
They're Everywhere! They're Everywhere!
I used to believe that they were all in it together, but now I'm not so sure. I still think they're all in it, just not together. If they were all in it together, it seems like they would be better organized. As it is, their left hands don't seem to know what their right hands are doing. That's probably for the best, if they were better organized we'd all be doomed. Then again, maybe if they were better organize we'd have to become better organized ourselves in order to resist them. In order to become better organized, we would need effective leadership, and then we might start to think of our leadership as them. Maybe were better off the way we are. It's like they used to tell us in the army, "Spread out! Spread out! One round would get you all!"
They never called us "mister" in the army, I think it's the navy that does that. They usually called us by our last name because we all had name tags on our uniforms. Sometimes they would call us by our rank instead of our names, like "private, sergeant, or specialist". If they called you by both your rank and your name, like "Private Beagles", it usually meant they were mad at you, like when your mother addressed you by your first, middle, and last name.
The English word "guy" comes from Guy Fawkes (1570-1606). I think his real name was "Guidon", or something like that, but everybody called him "Guy". He and some other blokes got together and hatched out a plot to blow up the king and the whole British Parliament. They rented a room across the street from the Parliament Building, planning to tunnel under it, plant an explosive charge, and set it off when the king and everybody were inside. Turned out they didn't even have to dig their own tunnel, there was one already there. The landlady told them she didn't know who dug it or why, it was there when she bought the building, and she just used it for storage. Over time, they accumulated a substantial store of gunpowder, which was the only explosive available in those days, and stockpiled it under the Parliament Building, smuggling it in a little at a time so nobody would notice. That's why this event is known as "The Gunpowder Plot", in case you want to look it up.
The plot was revealed when the conspirators foolishly warned some of their friends in Parliament not to go to work that day because something big was going to happen. One of these "friends" reported it as suspicious activity, there was a big investigation, and the plot was busted. When they raided the tunnel, only Guy Fawkes was in there, and he confessed the whole thing. He later revealed the names of his accomplices under torture, but they had already skipped the country by then and were never caught. Guy was sentenced to be hanged, drawn, and quartered. He tried to avoid that by leaping to his death from the gallows before they put the rope on him, but they hung, drew, and quartered him anyway, even though he was already dead.
Flashback to the day the Gunpowder Plot was uncovered: The king announced there would be a big party that night to celebrate the foiling of the plot. There were bonfires, fireworks, and picnics all over the land, and a good time was had by all. Somebody got the idea to burn Guy Fawkes in effigy, and some old clothes were stuffed with straw and thrown on one of the bonfires. Ever since then, the British have called any kind of dummy or scarecrow a "guy" while, in America, it became a generic name for a male, and later a female, person. Guy Fawkes Day is celebrated in Britain with bonfires, fireworks, picnics, and the burning of a guy even unto this day. I know this because I saw a Guy Fawkes party as part of a British TV show once. Since the show was originally broadcast in Britain where everybody knew what it was, they didn't see the need to explain any of the history to the viewers, so I looked it up on Wikipedia.
They never called us "mister" in the army, I think it's the navy that does that. They usually called us by our last name because we all had name tags on our uniforms. Sometimes they would call us by our rank instead of our names, like "private, sergeant, or specialist". If they called you by both your rank and your name, like "Private Beagles", it usually meant they were mad at you, like when your mother addressed you by your first, middle, and last name.
The English word "guy" comes from Guy Fawkes (1570-1606). I think his real name was "Guidon", or something like that, but everybody called him "Guy". He and some other blokes got together and hatched out a plot to blow up the king and the whole British Parliament. They rented a room across the street from the Parliament Building, planning to tunnel under it, plant an explosive charge, and set it off when the king and everybody were inside. Turned out they didn't even have to dig their own tunnel, there was one already there. The landlady told them she didn't know who dug it or why, it was there when she bought the building, and she just used it for storage. Over time, they accumulated a substantial store of gunpowder, which was the only explosive available in those days, and stockpiled it under the Parliament Building, smuggling it in a little at a time so nobody would notice. That's why this event is known as "The Gunpowder Plot", in case you want to look it up.
The plot was revealed when the conspirators foolishly warned some of their friends in Parliament not to go to work that day because something big was going to happen. One of these "friends" reported it as suspicious activity, there was a big investigation, and the plot was busted. When they raided the tunnel, only Guy Fawkes was in there, and he confessed the whole thing. He later revealed the names of his accomplices under torture, but they had already skipped the country by then and were never caught. Guy was sentenced to be hanged, drawn, and quartered. He tried to avoid that by leaping to his death from the gallows before they put the rope on him, but they hung, drew, and quartered him anyway, even though he was already dead.
Flashback to the day the Gunpowder Plot was uncovered: The king announced there would be a big party that night to celebrate the foiling of the plot. There were bonfires, fireworks, and picnics all over the land, and a good time was had by all. Somebody got the idea to burn Guy Fawkes in effigy, and some old clothes were stuffed with straw and thrown on one of the bonfires. Ever since then, the British have called any kind of dummy or scarecrow a "guy" while, in America, it became a generic name for a male, and later a female, person. Guy Fawkes Day is celebrated in Britain with bonfires, fireworks, picnics, and the burning of a guy even unto this day. I know this because I saw a Guy Fawkes party as part of a British TV show once. Since the show was originally broadcast in Britain where everybody knew what it was, they didn't see the need to explain any of the history to the viewers, so I looked it up on Wikipedia.
Friday, June 9, 2017
grammar studies
Beagles speaks of the third person plural and not his peculiar Them organization that rules pretty much everything, but does so modestly by indirection. It is a group of fabulously powerful folk who could just take over the world, but how much more fun it is to try to outsmart the freeholder of Beaglesonia and try to make him do things, while he is constantly on the canny lookout for Their aims and does his best to do the other thing. I suppose it passes time for Them and the freeholder. Perhaps the canny one suspected that I was under the influence of Them in trying to get him to discuss them, and that is why he is suddenly concerned with grammar.
I suspect the company commander was trying to bluff. I think the fact that he knew that they knew who they were implies that he too knew who they were, and so they had better watch their step Buster. Not Buster, I believe in the army they use the term Mister, but not in the respectful way that it is used in the civilian world, but with a sting. That's what I think from watching the movies anyway.
The second person plural was dropped from English for reasons known only to wiki and I am not going there this morning. Youse is a perfectly good substitute (though it sounds kind of Brooklyn, nor that I have ever been to Brooklyn, but I have seen movies about it), as is the charming you all of the south, and the chummy you uns of southern Illinois. The term I favor is you guys.
Guys is a peculiar word. Singularly it means a male but collectively, as in you guys, it could mean a group of males or males and females, or I daresay females only.
I remember you suck the same way Beagles does, back in the day it was a shortened version of, excuse me you guys who might be ladies, you suck dick. Somewhere along the line it lost that connotation and became a mild generic insult, and the younguns of today speak it with no sense of its lurid lineage, and if we try to tell them they think we are crazy old farts.
How did we senior citizens ever get to be known as farts? I wonder if that's true in other languages.
The Comey hearings weren't as much fun as I thought they would be. They were ok. His tale of leaking his own documents was intriguing and his story of being alone in the green room with the orange one was riveting. The pro Trump reps were well behaved which was disappointing. A big disappointment was the lack of tweets from offstage (Although the first tweet of the morning has just come over the transom at 6:30 this morning. Still that is like 48 hours of restraining his tiny thumbs which is more than I thought he had in him.). Everybody's favorite grumpy grampa, McCain, did a cameo of a confused old fart. See that's where a whispered voice over would have been nice, because at first I was worried that maybe there was something wrong with me that I didn't understand him, and it wasn't until the postgame that I learned that nobody understood him.
Afterwards that prick Ryan, who used to be so principled (hah!) and anti-Trump defended the amber asshole by saying well he was new on the job so how could he know that he wasn't supposed to try to bribe and threaten the head of the FBI. I mean C'mon. After They assassinate Trump and Pence I hope They don't stop there.
I suspect the company commander was trying to bluff. I think the fact that he knew that they knew who they were implies that he too knew who they were, and so they had better watch their step Buster. Not Buster, I believe in the army they use the term Mister, but not in the respectful way that it is used in the civilian world, but with a sting. That's what I think from watching the movies anyway.
The second person plural was dropped from English for reasons known only to wiki and I am not going there this morning. Youse is a perfectly good substitute (though it sounds kind of Brooklyn, nor that I have ever been to Brooklyn, but I have seen movies about it), as is the charming you all of the south, and the chummy you uns of southern Illinois. The term I favor is you guys.
Guys is a peculiar word. Singularly it means a male but collectively, as in you guys, it could mean a group of males or males and females, or I daresay females only.
I remember you suck the same way Beagles does, back in the day it was a shortened version of, excuse me you guys who might be ladies, you suck dick. Somewhere along the line it lost that connotation and became a mild generic insult, and the younguns of today speak it with no sense of its lurid lineage, and if we try to tell them they think we are crazy old farts.
How did we senior citizens ever get to be known as farts? I wonder if that's true in other languages.
The Comey hearings weren't as much fun as I thought they would be. They were ok. His tale of leaking his own documents was intriguing and his story of being alone in the green room with the orange one was riveting. The pro Trump reps were well behaved which was disappointing. A big disappointment was the lack of tweets from offstage (Although the first tweet of the morning has just come over the transom at 6:30 this morning. Still that is like 48 hours of restraining his tiny thumbs which is more than I thought he had in him.). Everybody's favorite grumpy grampa, McCain, did a cameo of a confused old fart. See that's where a whispered voice over would have been nice, because at first I was worried that maybe there was something wrong with me that I didn't understand him, and it wasn't until the postgame that I learned that nobody understood him.
Afterwards that prick Ryan, who used to be so principled (hah!) and anti-Trump defended the amber asshole by saying well he was new on the job so how could he know that he wasn't supposed to try to bribe and threaten the head of the FBI. I mean C'mon. After They assassinate Trump and Pence I hope They don't stop there.
Thursday, June 8, 2017
They Know Who They Are
One of my company commanders in the army frequently used this expression, to the point that people used to quote him long after he wasn't our company commander anymore: "Certain individuals, we won't mention their names, they know who they are,.....". I believe what he was trying to say was that all of us weren't on his shit list, just some of us. Rather than read us the whole list, he would just say what he said, and everybody knew what he meant. Well, it's the same thing when people say "they". It means some people, not everybody, and certainly not you or I. Neither you nor I voted for Trump, but some people must have voted for Trump or he wouldn't have been elected. Of course some people must have voted for Hillary too, you did but I didn't. When addressing you, it would be appropriate to say, "You (plural) voted for Hillary", but if I was addressing somebody else, and I didn't know for whom he voted, it would be more appropriate to say, "They voted for Hillary (or Trump)." "They" is what you say when you don't mean "you, me, or us". I suppose "they" could have a religious connotation, but it doesn't have to. If I was talking to a Protestant about some Catholics, I would call the Catholics "they" but, if I was talking to a Catholic about some Catholics, I would call them "you"(plural).
Funny thing about the word "you", it can be either singular or plural, at least in the English language. When I was a kid, we used to say "youse" when we meant "plural you", but the teacher made us stop, said it wasn't good grammar. I suppose it would be more specific to say something like "you people", but that sounds like you're talking down to them. Now that I think of it, there are lots of words and phrases that our teacher wouldn't let us say, and now they even say them on television. I was talking with some younger people on the internet once, and I asked them when did "suck" become not a dirty word. None of them remembered that "suck" was ever a dirty word, they thought it was just a common word that people said. Well, if they can make "suck" a regular word, why can't they make "youse" the correct plural of "you"?
I have heard and read numerous times that a lot of Republicans don't like Trump. Indeed, I seem to remember there was much weeping and gnashing of teeth when he won the primary. What do the Republicans who like Trump call the Republicans who don't like Trump, and vice versa? My guess is that they both call each other "they". I'm pretty sure that the Democrats and Republicans also call each other "they", unless they are talking to one of them, in which case they would call them "you". They really should say "youse, or youse guys", but they won't, even though the teacher who told them not to is probably long gone. Somebody should tell them that you don't have to listen to teachers after you are no longer in school.
Funny thing about the word "you", it can be either singular or plural, at least in the English language. When I was a kid, we used to say "youse" when we meant "plural you", but the teacher made us stop, said it wasn't good grammar. I suppose it would be more specific to say something like "you people", but that sounds like you're talking down to them. Now that I think of it, there are lots of words and phrases that our teacher wouldn't let us say, and now they even say them on television. I was talking with some younger people on the internet once, and I asked them when did "suck" become not a dirty word. None of them remembered that "suck" was ever a dirty word, they thought it was just a common word that people said. Well, if they can make "suck" a regular word, why can't they make "youse" the correct plural of "you"?
I have heard and read numerous times that a lot of Republicans don't like Trump. Indeed, I seem to remember there was much weeping and gnashing of teeth when he won the primary. What do the Republicans who like Trump call the Republicans who don't like Trump, and vice versa? My guess is that they both call each other "they". I'm pretty sure that the Democrats and Republicans also call each other "they", unless they are talking to one of them, in which case they would call them "you". They really should say "youse, or youse guys", but they won't, even though the teacher who told them not to is probably long gone. Somebody should tell them that you don't have to listen to teachers after you are no longer in school.
searching for Them
News events aren't scheduled in advance, they follow whoever has done what lately. The odd thing is the way they completely drop whatever they have covered previously completely so it's like that event and the place where it occurred have ceased to exist.
Right now Comey's appearance before the Senate committee is a blazing supernova, and it would have to be some extraordinary event to be seen against that glow. Myself I think it will be a great show. Not sure how much light will will come from it, maybe a lot, maybe nothing. There will be entertaining gymnastics from the senators and a lot of blather unfortunately since they will have a big audience, but gold could emerge from the mud. I expect most interesting will be the non-Trump reps. It's kind of like a shadow show since all we will be able to see is a bunch of suits sitting around talking and the verbiage will be lush so it will be hard sometimes to tell what is really going on. I wish the CNN guys could do a play by play, maybe whispering like the do in golf. I have to slip out to the farmers market (not much there this early, but I like to walk around and I have three empty pots that could use some kind of seedling) at some point, but now that I think of it NPR is carrying it loud so I can wear my earphones.
In the valley around St Louis the two rivers twist like fat snakes. There are sloughs and oxbows and over many years their paths can change.
And I see that They have returned to Beaglesonia. They are an unnamed unknowable group of people who have prodigious powers, but prefer to work with indirection. They are people Who generally work against what Beagles wants. For instance They wanted to put in the big girl, but rather than working for her They used Their prodigious powers to influence eventually almost all of the republican party and a third of the electorate to vote for Trump. Now apparently They are working for Trump to make the republican party look bad. Wait a minute, isn't most of the republican party working for Trump? I guess they want to look bad. Apparently They can knock off Trump at will, and if so then why not Pence also, and as long as They have gone that far it would be a kindness if they also bumped off that prick Ryan.
I think Beagles paid a lot more attention sitting on those hard benches of Elsdon Methodist Church because They sound a lot like God. They are invisible, mostly unknowable, and prefer to work by indirection (If He wants the Moabites smotten, why does He not just do it Himself instead of having Johosaphats do it?).
The deal with Iran was a quid pro quo. If they didn't make nuclear weapons we would lift the sanctions and they didn't make the weapons and now we are reluctantly doing our part of the bargain. Sanctions don't always work but in this case they did.
I guess the sanctions hurt the Russkies enough that they worked to elect Trump so that he would lift them unilaterally as by all indications he is trying to do. Why can't They be They? Of course they are not Christlike, but they are Antichristlike. Christ, Antichrist, potato antipotato.
Now, I have to pop some popcorn for those senate hearings.
Right now Comey's appearance before the Senate committee is a blazing supernova, and it would have to be some extraordinary event to be seen against that glow. Myself I think it will be a great show. Not sure how much light will will come from it, maybe a lot, maybe nothing. There will be entertaining gymnastics from the senators and a lot of blather unfortunately since they will have a big audience, but gold could emerge from the mud. I expect most interesting will be the non-Trump reps. It's kind of like a shadow show since all we will be able to see is a bunch of suits sitting around talking and the verbiage will be lush so it will be hard sometimes to tell what is really going on. I wish the CNN guys could do a play by play, maybe whispering like the do in golf. I have to slip out to the farmers market (not much there this early, but I like to walk around and I have three empty pots that could use some kind of seedling) at some point, but now that I think of it NPR is carrying it loud so I can wear my earphones.
In the valley around St Louis the two rivers twist like fat snakes. There are sloughs and oxbows and over many years their paths can change.
And I see that They have returned to Beaglesonia. They are an unnamed unknowable group of people who have prodigious powers, but prefer to work with indirection. They are people Who generally work against what Beagles wants. For instance They wanted to put in the big girl, but rather than working for her They used Their prodigious powers to influence eventually almost all of the republican party and a third of the electorate to vote for Trump. Now apparently They are working for Trump to make the republican party look bad. Wait a minute, isn't most of the republican party working for Trump? I guess they want to look bad. Apparently They can knock off Trump at will, and if so then why not Pence also, and as long as They have gone that far it would be a kindness if they also bumped off that prick Ryan.
I think Beagles paid a lot more attention sitting on those hard benches of Elsdon Methodist Church because They sound a lot like God. They are invisible, mostly unknowable, and prefer to work by indirection (If He wants the Moabites smotten, why does He not just do it Himself instead of having Johosaphats do it?).
The deal with Iran was a quid pro quo. If they didn't make nuclear weapons we would lift the sanctions and they didn't make the weapons and now we are reluctantly doing our part of the bargain. Sanctions don't always work but in this case they did.
I guess the sanctions hurt the Russkies enough that they worked to elect Trump so that he would lift them unilaterally as by all indications he is trying to do. Why can't They be They? Of course they are not Christlike, but they are Antichristlike. Christ, Antichrist, potato antipotato.
Now, I have to pop some popcorn for those senate hearings.
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