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Yep. And they are ravining over it like a pack of jackals. Maneuvering, positioning.. moneyhands would surely like to have his hands more directly on the money, I'm sure.. why work, or plan, or REALLY do anything when you can just bleed off a little year by year from the mother lode.. It can't be that pleasant of an existence though. Seems one must always show that they are worthy of the position, and there are what.. a few hundred others who would gladly take their place.. always maneuvering, positioning themselves for the kill.. What's rosie done to justify her geat salary? "donna, call the lawyers. There's a little group that calls themselves "the vey".." The next pres, they'd save money simply hiring a monkey.. With all of the politics, maneuvering, positioning.. I have one question: where's the love in all of this?

So we've apparently evolved from this kind of brutality.. We've put down Hitler and gang. Just close the eyes, rest a few minutes.. then comes Stalin.. Pol Pot.. Milosevic.. Hussein.. the list by far is not exaustive.

Maybe you didn't understand me correctly. What I can only guess at.. is how I'd feel, if I was subjected to the same kind of prejudice and violence. If I was uprooted, and shuffled from one ghetto to another.. forbidden by law from holding any kind of government position, based merely on my ancestry.. forbidden to take any of my material wealth with me, should I choose or even be able to leave the country.. have customs and religious observances declared to be incompatible with society.. insinuated or outrightly accused of murdering children because of a "godless" religion.. starved and forced to keep marching, or run, at gunpoint.. beaten for asking for a cup of water.. forbidden by law to hold any kind of money or valuables.. declared the "seed of the devil" by the standing government at the time.. taking one last glimpse at parents, or siblings, as the little man at the head of the line motioned for them to turn right.. you know, a lot of "those" people fought in the first war for the Kaiser. They were as patriotic as the next German. Some of them fled for their lives to neighboring countries, only to meet up with their enemy there.. the enemy followed them to Poland, Slovakia, France..

What do squirrels need with clothes anyway..

Same kinda accusation I heard a limb guy use on a lady who was asking advice about what to do about an old scumbucket in twig that wouldn't keep his hands off of her.. that was back in the "good old days" of der vey, 1976.

So it DID happen.. I thought so.. And I was at both of those ROA's.. never heard a peep about it. I guess "bad news" doesn't travel ver fast in der vey..

Hmm. I wonder if that's what it sounds like a pair of psychiatrists trading insults in a bar during some kinda convention.. "Your mother was a narcissistic bipolar piece of work.." "well, YOUR mother was a delusional...." sowy..

Well, they say a squirrel of any other color is still a squirrel just the same..

I think he went corps.. anybody know anything?

Seems we'll all shed it, one day or another.. :)

Looks like about thirty five percent of us still think we have the answers.. :) I know.. it's "nutso".. but I remember a few other entities telling me stuff like.. "if you don't get it right this time, we're gonna kick your a**".. Fellas.. I'm doing the best I can here, OK?

Every soul I have met has been narcisstic to some degree.. seems we all have this thin, or in the case of some, rather thick skin of individuality.. It's only a skin..

I think God wants individuality..

Ah yes. And let me say, it would require the duties of a Master Chef to hide the said odor.. dear WOW brother was a chef. You're right.. it is a good thing that the Squirrel is always good.. at least for him..

"got the word over the world.." Sounds like the "white man's burden" to me.. don't yell at me, blame Kipling.. Honest to God.. without "der verd".. he really thought we were savages or something..

We've been dealing with quite a pile of doo doo, haven't we.. I'm glad for one thing.. at least one of us here admitted working with a pile of mixed emotions about all this. :) Sometimes.. I think I am as much of a sham.. as much as I try to put myself in the shoes of those who endured horrific stuff and understand.. sometime, all I can do is guess what it was like..

Who'd want to eat a squirrel?? Oh yeah.. WOWS, they'd eat anything.. My wow brother made tripe stew. I thought it tasted kinda funny.. but when I saw the empty container in the garbage.. I had to resist the temptation to smother him with his own pillow in the middle of the night..

hmm. Maybe the festivities of the week should include: 1. The proper feeding of squirrels. No, don't give them doughnuts. Ever see a Squirrel that resembled a basketball? 2. How to find out where they REALLY put all of those pecans.. 3. A how-to presentation to instruct individuals how to cover the car's breather tube at night, so that the squirrels don't mistake it as some kind of hole in which to stuff acorns.. 4. Community action committees. Perhaps planning on construction of squirrel bridges over the road to protect them from careless drivers. Yes, the bridges do exist some places.. 5. CPR and first aid classes, so as to be able to revive the last one you ran over..

Deja Fu- Thinking one was in an old martial arts movie.. Deja Roo- I thought I was hopping this way before.. Deja Spew Is it just me, or didn't that guyser go off an hour ago? Deja Dew Thought the fleece was dry, and the ground wet..

I dunno.. I think that's a pretty accurate observation. From those I've read here, it does seem that the closer the person comes to adopting vic's ideologies and doctrine, the more outspoken they are about the "lies" or '"exagerations" of the holocaust. I guess Koolaid by any other flavor is still Koolaid. What about some of vic's "most loyal"? Gear, To*ns*nd, others? I would bet they'd hold closest to the opinion that left the "master's" reputation and heritage unstained..

Well.. you could always try buying them off. Feed them something they like better than pecans.. maybe.. shelled walnuts?

The biggest holiday, second only to Groundhog Day.. Here's a card for you all.. Remember, October 7th through the 13th. If you can't be aware of them, at least try to avoid running them over..

How about.. a twenty year old Ford truck in Michigan which has no rust. It could kinda, in a strange way.. maybe make a trip back into the past for gas from the mystical snow covered pumps..

I've got, peas like a river I've got, peas like a river I've got, peas like a river in my soul I've got, peas like a river I've got, peas like a river I've got, peanuts too cause rico tells me so... I've got, Joy in the fountain I've got, Joy in the fountain I've got, soap to make the bubbles flow.. I've got, Joy in the fountain I've got, Joy in the fountain I think they see me, I had better go..

ya know.. next st patricks.. maybe I'll put green beer in the ice cube trays..