National news media made me worry about all the problems of the nation.
From now on I will keep my worries local. Better odds of making things better before I spend my time fretting about things I can only fret about.
Override Oblique Opaque Oligarchy Operations Or Owe Outlandish Offerings Outright Owning Oblivion Obscurity Obfuscation Of Obvious Ontological Oopsies
Note: The crux of the biscuit is the missing apostrophe
I would have to say there have been very few jolts in my life. More often things tend to jostle themselves into my purview. I see a thing flowing my way in a flurry of elbows and knees roiling through the masses before me. Rewarding with mashed toes and insulted ribs as it streams merrily in full tilt approach mode. The yowls and yammers of those with their backs to this jostling juggernaut full of jolt, such as yourself with back fully presented, should be sufficient warning to you who now stands before me. I am always jolted into wonderment by the joltage voltage you receive when taken from behind by what I saw as a long time coming. The jolt bolt also reveals your disappointment in me for not warning you of the impending jolt. Yet you never leave your perception ajar to a single sooth that I say.
But I would like to ask, “Is there anything behind me?”
Because you never see the jolt that gets ya.
Apparently we are in for another national bout.
Echoes have differing return times, but rarely offer differing returns.
Solutions once offered bounce back to us. Goes over us.Or passes us. Comes close to us. Even lands on us from time to time.
But do echos of bygone solutions have the desired effect?
I hear echoes. It has been delayed. It has the same stench of decay.
But it will be salad days in the swamp. But it ain’t gunna be …
… that they’re eating in the swamp with their frogs legs. You can take that to the bank.
Here comes another one just like the other one.
Once upon a time there was Ward and June.
Lucy and Ricky.
The alternative living situation of Andy and Aunt Bea.
All was well in the world. A fare for all and no fair for anyone.
You knew it wasn’t real because at best it came to you on a twelve inch black and white screen. But you let it into your brain by looking at it. You were plugged in. You were in training for reality as brought to you by…
You already had been infected by the pink eye of reading and the earwig of radio. But now you were awash in other peoples alleged “realities” from across the country.
So where and when were these Mythicalvilles?
These realities were presented to sell you things safely quarantined on your twelve inch cathode ray tube. But you were young and much better at believing than seeing.
Gimme an F
Gimme an I
Gimme an S
Gimme an H
What’s that spell?
What’s that smell?
All rise that aren’t already dead. “Eerie, Eerie, Eerie”. The Supine Court is not in season .
All those who have cause to plea draw near and you shall not be heard because you are SOL thanks to the Horror Show Congress.
God save these Divided Snakes, the great state of Confusion, and this dishonored court and Congress.
Ladies, gentlemen, ghouls, goblins, witches, and warlocks as well as the Supine Court of Confusion. Please be sated with nothing but TV, the internet, and buying stuff you don’t need , with money you don’t have, to impress people you don’t like.
Good All Hallows Eve and Trick or Treat to the Confused Supine Court. The last and final case on our duck it (because if you can’t fix it; Duc It) this morning is American Scheme versus the state of Confusion.
Thank you Your Horror. May it displease the court. I am Nunya Bizness.
Spook up a little bit if you could.
I am Nunya Bizness and I represent Mr. American Scheme
See. Even the Judge of The Supine Court of Confusion in these eerie United Snakes of Amicus Brief’s is a little hard of Eerie-ing too.
The court was adjourned and set to reconvene November 8th.
So vote. Vote it good.
This blogger apologizes for any transcriptions errors that may be present.
Rest assured the transgressing transcriptionist will be promptly burned at the stake