Yeah. The old bastard just got another year older today. But he’s still a Yankees fan, still a vegan, still shitting in an outhouse, still calling the sun his electricity and still pretending he’s always winning. Oh wait….
Happy Birthday, you miserable bastard.
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Now it’s my turn: Been busy. Whatever. Thinking about thinking about some things that need to be thought about. So I thought. And thought. Mostly without thinking. Until I thought: You’re thinking too much. Indeed.
And so I just kept working.
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American Torture: Love It Or Leave it.
280-plus waterboardings of two (2!) prisoners under U.S. military control.
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I jumped like a fool beside a young horse. They told me to. “Get him used to it,” they said. But I have no interest in jumping like a fool next to my horse. So I stopped. And started riding him.
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I’m beginning to think that my dog only loves me when he thinks I’m packing a few treats for him.
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I saw a man whom I was told could help me deal with all of this. He said to me: “Deal with all of this.” Of course. And then I left him fifty-dollars in cash so he wouldn’t have to deal with the insurance company hassles.
Maybe he’s onto something.
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What’s that?
Up there?
Your ear?
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Shit eating grin: With the horse in the woods doing exactly what needs to be done in the woods, in April, under 60-degree blue skies and a head full of dreams.
No apologies.
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William Carlos Williams said it best (surprise, surprise):
“the patient horses no one
could take that
from him”
Indeed.
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Oh yes, I’ve been meaning to remind you: I Move Cattle for Hire. I do. And in case I start to forget I get another call to move cattle for hire. I’m beginning to think I’m on the wrong end of a good-ole-boy-Vermonter kind of prank. Because my services to move cattle for hire seem to be in far too great of a need.
I mean, I’m not paranoid or anything. But I’m sure moving a lot of cattle.
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I hope you’re getting the message.
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Oh yes, and did I mention that I move cattle for hire? I do. Call me.
H-176. Tomorrow, approx. 11 am Vt. House Transportation Committee. The bill to turn 18 Vt. Males into cattle–automatic registration with Selective service when they sign for a driver’s license or Vt. ID.
Oh, and Happy Birthday, Boots. Knowing Michael as being such a cheapass yuppie greedhound I’ll bet this post was his present to you.
He could have left info for the International Blogorama on where to send presents……….But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Happy Birthday, Boots, you ol’ anti-warhorse, you! Every good wish.