Howdee folks.
Kinda like the way you folks spread out words and such. I got to reading Orlando's go to hell joe the plumber piece and figured ya'll might be right interesting to meet. Short of a letter to my local editor, I don't write much, but I read up on you all the time.
Wanting first off to comment to Orlando, after reading the derivations in them, much like putting hounds up a mess of trees, I figured it would be wiser to just go on an post my first one and get it the heck done for. Me and TMP go way back, 3, 4 years, maybe. This time of life, TOL for you text messengers, time spans differently, so it's around this much. Anyway, being urged to say that Orlando speaks my mind, I joined up, and think it fit and proper to say so in style.
"I am a real American..." Orlando says. Faulkner begins a novel "I am a writer" and a Dicken's one begins, "I was born."
Ever since I've come out of the rainforest of SE Asia alive, I am an America has increasingly become a harder thing to say and be believed sans downing the appropriate flavored koolaide, flagpin being recently taste tested. Thank god the audience booed those bozo announcers. Not for any amount can I describe them any nicer. Otherwise, a few chose worser ones have no problem getting snagged when I go fishing for expletives. A shout out to Phillies Fans, me included, the infamous boo-birds pummelling a couple of flat nose teevee palookas standing up for Mickey and his corporate comb.
Orlando's declaration of ownership is a seminal proclamation, are you with me. She reclaims her possession of the United States of America and we should too, out loud. We the People are not insignificant words on top of a piece of paper; they're seminal words granting ownership of the USA to its humanity
I am a real American, too. Probably ain't a snot-nose bobble-head Republican I wouldn't like to sock in the eye, the dang ijits. Just a mess of pure foolery. I don't call a single one of their lily-licked gluteal quadrants an American. I call 'em traitors and cowards, and worm dicks.
I'm a country boy from eastern North Carolina, the land of square mile tobacco fields. I volunteered into the Marine Corps in 1967, came home alive and have been listening to traitors on the airwaves almost ever since. When I first heard G. Liddy, my heart wavered I was so apalled by his vitriol. Now knowing Ronald Regan's welfare reform saved enough money to buy a single fighter jet, I'm smelling a nest of rats. By golly, that Reagan's a real hero problem solver for ya!
But, there's this whole Iran thing he had going for himself. And lest we forget, G, sr., ran the CIA, and I'm pretty sure he was once ambassordor to Iran. I'm shooting from the memory hip, so maybe I'm mixing conspiracies saying all that.
People put way too much emphasis on Carter than they do on the Gipper. Why? Aw, shucks, gee, by golly, he's a man of his banker's breath word. Man can he wear a kerchief . Am I the only one who finds lunacy in the Gip's hosting "Death Valley Days" his hankerchief smarly knotted across his neck poking from a cowboy shirt, hat tilted back, booted foot hiked up on a fence rail, smiling like he was having a cheap sexual experience.
Hard to find a tar paper shack now, around where I grew up. Once they were plentiful, full of colored folk, some trash, every now and again you understand. Nor, are there any more black women with bad feet saddled with what they had to walk down the road to get, most always on a miserable, dry, gnat infested day, the threat of a taunt absolute and a beer can possible. I willing posit a political end to their lives. The need for sharecroppers died out in my youth. The last horse drawn wagon I saw on the road was in fifth grade, the year before JFK took office. A tinker.
And, I wonder why aren't people from New York City real Americans? I don't understand the nerve that accepts this disgraceful accusation.
OMGG. More later. I got a point to get to.
I dare not spoil an Orlando word, so, in it's entirity, all of what struck me as sweetest on.
"I believe that people like Joe, who are certain that only their experience encapsulates the vast and beautiful diversity that drives our amazing country and defines what is real, should shut the hell up and pay their taxes."
Impossible to controvert, Orlando provides clear vision only a wheedler can see differently.
Wanting first off to comment to Orlando, after reading the derivations in them, much like putting hounds up a mess of trees, I figured it would be wiser to just go on an post my first one and get it the heck done for. Me and TMP go way back, 3, 4 years, maybe. This time of life, TOL for you text messengers, time spans differently, so it's around this much. Anyway, being urged to say that Orlando speaks my mind, I joined up, and think it fit and proper to say so in style.
"I am a real American..." Orlando says. Faulkner begins a novel "I am a writer" and a Dicken's one begins, "I was born."
Ever since I've come out of the rainforest of SE Asia alive, I am an America has increasingly become a harder thing to say and be believed sans downing the appropriate flavored koolaide, flagpin being recently taste tested. Thank god the audience booed those bozo announcers. Not for any amount can I describe them any nicer. Otherwise, a few chose worser ones have no problem getting snagged when I go fishing for expletives. A shout out to Phillies Fans, me included, the infamous boo-birds pummelling a couple of flat nose teevee palookas standing up for Mickey and his corporate comb.
Orlando's declaration of ownership is a seminal proclamation, are you with me. She reclaims her possession of the United States of America and we should too, out loud. We the People are not insignificant words on top of a piece of paper; they're seminal words granting ownership of the USA to its humanity
I am a real American, too. Probably ain't a snot-nose bobble-head Republican I wouldn't like to sock in the eye, the dang ijits. Just a mess of pure foolery. I don't call a single one of their lily-licked gluteal quadrants an American. I call 'em traitors and cowards, and worm dicks.
I'm a country boy from eastern North Carolina, the land of square mile tobacco fields. I volunteered into the Marine Corps in 1967, came home alive and have been listening to traitors on the airwaves almost ever since. When I first heard G. Liddy, my heart wavered I was so apalled by his vitriol. Now knowing Ronald Regan's welfare reform saved enough money to buy a single fighter jet, I'm smelling a nest of rats. By golly, that Reagan's a real hero problem solver for ya!
But, there's this whole Iran thing he had going for himself. And lest we forget, G, sr., ran the CIA, and I'm pretty sure he was once ambassordor to Iran. I'm shooting from the memory hip, so maybe I'm mixing conspiracies saying all that.
People put way too much emphasis on Carter than they do on the Gipper. Why? Aw, shucks, gee, by golly, he's a man of his banker's breath word. Man can he wear a kerchief . Am I the only one who finds lunacy in the Gip's hosting "Death Valley Days" his hankerchief smarly knotted across his neck poking from a cowboy shirt, hat tilted back, booted foot hiked up on a fence rail, smiling like he was having a cheap sexual experience.
Hard to find a tar paper shack now, around where I grew up. Once they were plentiful, full of colored folk, some trash, every now and again you understand. Nor, are there any more black women with bad feet saddled with what they had to walk down the road to get, most always on a miserable, dry, gnat infested day, the threat of a taunt absolute and a beer can possible. I willing posit a political end to their lives. The need for sharecroppers died out in my youth. The last horse drawn wagon I saw on the road was in fifth grade, the year before JFK took office. A tinker.
And, I wonder why aren't people from New York City real Americans? I don't understand the nerve that accepts this disgraceful accusation.
OMGG. More later. I got a point to get to.
I dare not spoil an Orlando word, so, in it's entirity, all of what struck me as sweetest on.
"I believe that people like Joe, who are certain that only their experience encapsulates the vast and beautiful diversity that drives our amazing country and defines what is real, should shut the hell up and pay their taxes."
Impossible to controvert, Orlando provides clear vision only a wheedler can see differently.
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Orlando is awesome. You're obviously a discriminating sort.
Welcome to commentating, it ain't for everyone, but it's appreciated by those that venture out and subject themselves to scorn and ridicule. . . . and occasional praise. Orlando is subject to as much as can be said. Nothing phony or pretentious about her. She's the real deal.
It was awful nice of you to do write this.
=D
A hearty thanks to folks like Orlando, Nathan, Ripper, CaliforniaPaige, Genghis, AM, Articleman, Dijamo, and the many others here who do more than just talk the talk. They put their lives on hold for the greater good. That's something to be applauded.
November 1, 2008 3:17 PM | Reply | Permalink