06-08-2012, 11:00 AM
It never ceases to amaze me how a one-on-one conversation with just about anyone will instantly win them over.
Every person has an individual range beyond which one might as well be dog-whistling.
I just can't look at Dealey Plaza as anything but the continued Tiananmen Square where the maggots make the rules.
Larry Dunkel is naked. Part of that pathetic Chippenputz Dancer routine with Posner and Bellalugosi.
One essay by Jim DiEugenio, one thread by Charles, anything of this nature is that sixties thing:
May the Baby Jesus Shut Your Mouth and Open Your Mind.
For the Hitchensesque atheist, consider the stars in their natural Mozartian development.
Now reading Barry Krusche, Impossible: The Case Against Lee Harvey Oswald.
He takes the Warrenzer Tank and tread by wheel by hatch by rivet piles it clanking in a heap, rejected.
I've suggested the 911 problem is a bridge too far, but for the young, perhaps it's the Rosetta Stone.
Certainly for an earlier era, the gathering, the demonstration, the march, the physicality was the thing.
I still value the personal, and eschew the ping list or mail list.
And as for writing elected political office holders, I helped a congressman with his mail, sitting across the card table with the stacks before us.
The answers are formal, legalese, politic.
Can one elected representative be enlightened.
And do we want government investigating.
Oh I think it's the real free enterprise: that of the mind--the freedom to inquire and to publish findings without fear of the terrible retribution of the maggots ranging from the chorus of ridicule by shrieking fairies and carping harpies to the odd karate chop in the adam's apple upon stepping from the shower.
They can't simply stand and deliver--Speer destroys Meyers; Weisberg refuted Posner; DiEugenio bests McAdam and goes Neo on Buglinosey.
Let the Jive Talkers bleat in their Potemkin Plaza, pretending to cry as when a fat tick of North Korea's junta dies.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_W42rMjYWlk
The medium is the forum, the book, and when it's time, the film.
In the meantime, a toast from Charles' bar, to all the researchers with the rapier wit of Cyrano de Bergerac
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Every person has an individual range beyond which one might as well be dog-whistling.
I just can't look at Dealey Plaza as anything but the continued Tiananmen Square where the maggots make the rules.
Larry Dunkel is naked. Part of that pathetic Chippenputz Dancer routine with Posner and Bellalugosi.
One essay by Jim DiEugenio, one thread by Charles, anything of this nature is that sixties thing:
May the Baby Jesus Shut Your Mouth and Open Your Mind.
For the Hitchensesque atheist, consider the stars in their natural Mozartian development.
Now reading Barry Krusche, Impossible: The Case Against Lee Harvey Oswald.
He takes the Warrenzer Tank and tread by wheel by hatch by rivet piles it clanking in a heap, rejected.
I've suggested the 911 problem is a bridge too far, but for the young, perhaps it's the Rosetta Stone.
Certainly for an earlier era, the gathering, the demonstration, the march, the physicality was the thing.
I still value the personal, and eschew the ping list or mail list.
And as for writing elected political office holders, I helped a congressman with his mail, sitting across the card table with the stacks before us.
The answers are formal, legalese, politic.
Can one elected representative be enlightened.
And do we want government investigating.
Oh I think it's the real free enterprise: that of the mind--the freedom to inquire and to publish findings without fear of the terrible retribution of the maggots ranging from the chorus of ridicule by shrieking fairies and carping harpies to the odd karate chop in the adam's apple upon stepping from the shower.
They can't simply stand and deliver--Speer destroys Meyers; Weisberg refuted Posner; DiEugenio bests McAdam and goes Neo on Buglinosey.
Let the Jive Talkers bleat in their Potemkin Plaza, pretending to cry as when a fat tick of North Korea's junta dies.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_W42rMjYWlk
The medium is the forum, the book, and when it's time, the film.
In the meantime, a toast from Charles' bar, to all the researchers with the rapier wit of Cyrano de Bergerac
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