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The war on coal and plastic

The war on the environment needs to end. It's just not right to poison the air, water, land and your children and grandchildren just to have a few extra bucks in your pocket.
Wind and solar are not going to disappear. Win-win situation for them - growing job market and a source of clean energy.
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The Prophet of Doom's Last Words Before Closing Time
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Friends, no-mans, and contrary-men: lend me your dream castles and I’ll make you wishers instead of men. Just remember—Long live those who wish to die; life after birth is the reason why.
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Go, ye men of little faith, go and tell the world that Death is handling reserve seat engagements for its magnificent ‘End of the World’ extravaganza and other satirical comedies which will be staged for the pleasure and amusement of the weak-minded who call themselves gods and do not understand the meaning of the speck of dust known as man.
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Weather report for the day of judgment reads as follows: extreme electrical disturbances in the heavens accompanied by severe showers of hail and brimstone in most sections of the old world. Earthquakes and several hurricanes are due just before the dawn in an effort to stop any of humanity from escaping. The waters rise.
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Escape to where?

July 14, 2019 at 9:25 p.m. ( | suggest removal )

BRENDA LOOPER: Off to war, again

Am taking a sabbatical for personal reasons (nothing to do with you guys here) and will return, if I fee like it, in about 3-4 weeks. If I get transferred, transformed, transcontinental, or transubstantiated into a taco - then go to the betting window and see if your bet paid off.
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Writing is one way of not taking myself too seriously while trying to sound serious. Kind of Zen-like approach to wisdom - look too closely and it disappears, similar to the experience when one examines mist and fog from only inches away.
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I do not forget friends. Memories of them are just as valuable to me as the time I spend with them, whether it's in the past or currently going on. It's an investment in this life which has quite a high interest rate regarding its growth in value, potential and actual.
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In closing let me share a recent bit of writing. The character Spade is actually myself but you will recognize a condition that often was associated with me when I was drinking German beer with my buddies:
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Spade was the King of Farts. He could sit on a whoopee cushion and no one, including His Royal Rumpster, would notice anything amiss. With grammarians, a period ended every sentence; with the devout, each prayer ended with an "Amen"; with a baseball fanatic, the anthem ended with the words "Play Ball"; and with Spade, all food and drink and who knows what else returned to new life as a fart, the most basic form of human entertainment.
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The second piece is just a short conversation I recalled about the strangest alcoholic I ever knew in the Army:
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SSGT Sheffield: "I need a drink to clear my headbone!"
Spade: You've already had 7 drinks and your noggin ain't any clearer than when you started. In fact, bro', you've probably had a kajillion drinks and nary a one has made you smarter or better lookin'!"
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Take care, bro', sis', & boom-bah!! Jake d'Snake

July 12, 2019 at 10:01 a.m. ( | suggest removal )

JOHN BRUMMETT: An American disgrace

Bigfoot is peddling an up-is-down, reality-inverted version of history. Don't censor this commie bot and leave its rants up so real humans can see what a deluded and virus-ridden program it is.
FACT: KKK claims to have no party affiliation, yet in 2016 Klan leaders (with few exceptions) gave public support to Donald Trump and the organization's newspaper, The Crusader endorsed him for President. (Multiple entries on internet provide this info; and there are far more accurate histories of the KKK and its policy stances which align on the whole with most Republican policy statements and laws.)
Bigfoot doesn't provide historical perspective - more a hysterical perspective is his modus operandi.
Like a broken digital watch, on certain issues Bigfoot is never ever correct factually or historically. Sadly, his cranium is thoroughly ossified.
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"Southerners. Such literate, civilized folk, such charm and cleverness and passion for living, such genuine interest in people, all people, high and low, white and black, and yet how often it had come to, came to, was still coming to vicious incomprehension, usually over race but other things too - religion, class, money. How often the lowest elements had burst out of the shadows and hollers, guns and torches blazing, galloping past the educated and tolerant as nightriders, how often the despicable had run riot over the better Christian ideals..." - Wilton Barnhardt from "Lookaway, Lookaway"

July 12, 2019 at 2:51 a.m. ( | suggest removal )

BRENDA LOOPER: Off to war, again

Can't believe it? Is Pack begging for charity or passing out used beer? Go figure!
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Dedicated to Packie:
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Bleeding Heartaches
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I’m gonna lay on a floor and bleed out all my heartaches
I’m gonna stand in the corner baying at the moon
And the world’s gonna piss all in my cornflakes
And I hope my bleeding heart gets done real soon
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Yes, I’m bleeding my heartaches for you
Bleeding on the floor plan of life
A red stain lies forlornly by the doorway
Bleeding for my agony and strife
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Yes, I’m bleeding my heartaches for ____ you.

July 11, 2019 at 7:51 p.m. ( | suggest removal )

BRENDA LOOPER: Off to war, again

Before I forget - am debt free (have been for several years), have been published, have copyrights for a piano songbook, played in a country band (look up Jake Tidmore + Choctaw Crawdads on youtube), wrote an animal rescue song in 2016 called You Rescued Me (here's youtube link - htt ps://ww w.youtube.co m/watch?v=t15_n4xCYNo), and most importantly of all - am a proud grandpa to our 1st grandbaby whom we'll be seeing in about 10 days while we're vacationing in Germany.
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Am working on my memoirs and papers. I was a very prolific letter writer in my younger days and enjoyed the friendship of people who frequently wrote me back.
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And I'm a recovered drug addict who smoked enough wacky weed & german hashabye, ate loads of cross-tops (speed), and took way too many acid trips. I believe I did enough to keep all who post on this blog, write for the ADG, and any interested family members floating up the highways to heaven and down to hell and include a few detours for a truckload of munchies.
Fortunately, I quit a few decades back, saved myself, found my gourd (so to speak), and really began to enjoy life, love, and liberalism.
If you've done better, I'm glad for you. If you've still got a ways to go, I hope you make it. And if the guys in the mirror starts talking back to you - listen to him.
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Oh yeah -- I did preach a sermon -- ht tps://w ww.youtube.c om/watch?v=y0XhwHHufjE&t=355s

July 11, 2019 at 3:50 p.m. ( | suggest removal )

BRENDA LOOPER: Off to war, again

You're It – The Hunt for Meaning
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Woke up one morning in search for my head
Only to find a pile of ashes instead
Got out of bed and turned the day on
Only to find the world had left and gone
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Leaving me alone
My sins to atone
Not even a bone
Another day – totally blown
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One for the money, two for the score
Three in the basket, and four on the floor
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Just remember if you ever ask
Don't get caught being last
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So I went to grab my mind off the shelf
Unaware that something else had left
Myself.....
Gone to chase a Divinity
With supplies to last for Infinity
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A long time to nowhere
Very quaint, very fair
A touch of snowfall air
And roses unbared
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Never catch me on someone else' mind
Just follow the bread crumb trails that you find
And remember....
When all else fails
Chase puppy dog tails
Cross your hands with nails
And see what time the ark sails
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Who took my teddy bear, who took my wife?
Who took my hair and who took my life?
Where am I going
If I'm already gone?
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(And in a timeless space, someone found
My hiding place)
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Moved to the left, dropped to the right
Ready to cut the scene and split
A right to the gut, left to the chin
Said the unknown friend, “Hey....you're it!!”
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Last night I crashed and burned in worlds I dreamed
To wake up – a pile of smoldering ashes, unredeemed
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Now it's my turn to give chase
Damn....
I hate tag
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[I wrote the above poem while serving Uncle Sam overseas in the 1970s. I was a Lean Green Mean Bean Machine.]

July 11, 2019 at 3:27 p.m. ( | suggest removal )

BRENDA LOOPER: Off to war, again

Retired at 55. Due to investments, savings, property in Texas (both rental & farm), and a very strong retirement plan in which I made heavy contributions all throughout my career) - have been seeing an average of $40,000 income every year in past 5 years (slightly less before since some additional benefits didn't kick in until age 65). Keep a balance of $50,000 or so in the bank (some in securities); still draw regular income from rental property; and am in process of selling a significant portion of Texas acreage for $6000/acre.
Quit my day job? Did I ever have one?
Only a jerk like you would say something that stupid.
What have YOU BEEN SMOKIN'??
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I give away on average $5000 to charities and special programs every year.
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And the really odd thing is this - whenever I give money to something I feel is worthy, out of nowhere money comes to me to replace it. Kharma? I dunno....maybe it's because I don't belong to the Poison and Piss Posse and behave like a jerk when I deal with strangers and friends and others in my life.
And those who try to put me down? Mental pre-verts as my Army buddies used to say.
The sad thing is that such preverts must think that they're "it." (Just add a couple letters in front and they'd be absolutely correct!)

July 11, 2019 at 3:25 p.m. ( | suggest removal )

BRENDA LOOPER: Off to war, again

Brenda's Rededication
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Ring!!!
(Click)
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“Reverend Moonpie's Jubilation Hour, Re-dedication requests. Go ahead.”
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“Hey Rev!! What's the haps, brother? I want to dedicate a song and it....”
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“Excuse me brother, but I said 'Re-ded-i-ca-tion'. Praise his holy rolling name. Now, what's the name?”
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“Uhhh...oh yeah...Brenda.”
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“Hey fella! Who you trying to fool?! That's a pretty deep voice for a chick!”
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“NOT ME, MAN!!! Brenda is a friend of mine. She ain't me, that's for sure. I'm calling in this dedication for her. Capo dequiles, pardner?”
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“Okay, okay....lay it one me. Pour out your.....I mean....her troubles and wait for the power.”
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“Listen buddy! You'd better cut the el toro crappo, power up that turntable of yours, and play “A Hurtin' Kind of Love” or I'm gonna kick your ever-loving....”
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(Click)

July 11, 2019 at 11:11 a.m. ( | suggest removal )

BRENDA LOOPER: Off to war, again

One one-track whiner left. Consider it even, call it a draw, and move on to something better and less B-O-R-I-N-G!!!!!! Was real Gen MacArthur ever such a wuss?!
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Looper is NOT the one in control of the "censor". Have explained this before and it seems to have disappeared in some black hole in your brain. Call ADG, ask for the one in charge of handling censoring on the blogs, talk to the guy and learn something.
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As the wise man said to the fool: "You should have been gone a long time before you left."

July 11, 2019 at 11:04 a.m. ( | suggest removal )

BRENDA LOOPER: Off to war, again

The more disturbing question: Where did DT leave his brain??!!

July 11, 2019 at 10:47 a.m. ( | suggest removal )

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