Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Musings From Dah Valley
Yeah, THAT valley. Onto the muse.
1) A few weeks ago, MY Sacto City Council had the balls and the p . . . er, estrogen and testosterone, to pass a proclamation demanding the exit of our troops from Iraq.
Now, if that ain't muse nooze, nuttin is from THIS godforsaken . . . .
And for their efforts? Hate emails, mostly from out of state, threatening them with death and the death and injury of their families, too.
Such is politics.
Sacto, like Dah Cruz!!! Once only, in a few millineums. I'll take it.
2) Once there were 8 propositions (n they kept Martin up all night for weeks). Then, there weren't.
Although I miss the one I voted for (79), I support the results and smell the winds of change fanning thruout the state.
Unless, that's just a tsunami of the air created by Herr ReichSchwantza from too much Hot Dog N Sourkraut, exiting from his exit wound . . . . where the sun don't shine.
Just like Fernwood Holler.
Where the sun comes up, about 10 in the morning, and the sun goes down, just about 3 in the day.
N ya fill yer cup, from whatever bitter brew yer drinking.
N then, ya go play forest golf. :GRIN:
1) A few weeks ago, MY Sacto City Council had the balls and the p . . . er, estrogen and testosterone, to pass a proclamation demanding the exit of our troops from Iraq.
Now, if that ain't muse nooze, nuttin is from THIS godforsaken . . . .
And for their efforts? Hate emails, mostly from out of state, threatening them with death and the death and injury of their families, too.
Such is politics.
Sacto, like Dah Cruz!!! Once only, in a few millineums. I'll take it.
2) Once there were 8 propositions (n they kept Martin up all night for weeks). Then, there weren't.
Although I miss the one I voted for (79), I support the results and smell the winds of change fanning thruout the state.
Unless, that's just a tsunami of the air created by Herr ReichSchwantza from too much Hot Dog N Sourkraut, exiting from his exit wound . . . . where the sun don't shine.
Just like Fernwood Holler.
Where the sun comes up, about 10 in the morning, and the sun goes down, just about 3 in the day.
N ya fill yer cup, from whatever bitter brew yer drinking.
N then, ya go play forest golf. :GRIN:
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As I recall, that is the Prime Directive of forest golf. Well, one of them. Aren't there four Prime Directives, to represent the four points of the compass? Hops to the north, herbs to the south, grain to the West and that potato crap to the east?
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