Roses are red
Tulips are too
Violets are violet
Blue is just Blue
Sunday, January 28, 2024
Loon Song
In conversational woodwind mode
Sing a wilderness opera medley
Of kindred woods-slang code
Runaway tremelo saxophone
Plead your whereabouts soundings
Lament in magical mystery chords
To warn the vast surroundings
Deep purple wailing guitar
Steel air from out of the night
Wild acapella riffs echo
As you Dance in taxi for flight
Fiddleheads
Foraging for fiddleheads is a rite of Spring for many Aroostook County hunter/gatherers. The tightly wound beginnings of a fern are nutritious delicacies now served with pomp and flair at the best restaurants in Portland. They do not need vinegar but many dress them up like pickles. They do not need butter but many aficionados insist on a pat to churn out their earthy earthiness. Olive oil, merlot, or some balsamic potion would not unwind their spiral personality.
Reproductive Semantics
Abortion bothers the pro-choice folks so much that they must soothe their language to ease their anti-human intervention into the lives of unborn babies. Reproductive autonomy, they call it, could refer to a whole range of indeterminate propagative behaviors. Planned parenthood is an abortion looking for a place to happen. It is neither planned nor parenthood and conceals abortion behind the unplanned spontaneity of casual pregnancy and the non-parenting that results from their new-name right called reproductive autonomy. They legislate a Right to Choose cushion of laws that will soften and muffle the outcry of abortion. Since Roe, there is no constitutional right to abortion so let's give birth to a new right called reproductive autonomy and maybe these nasty abortions will go away quietly. Its certainly much better to have a late term episode of reproductive autonomy than an abortion don't you think? Maine will become a destination for vacating unwanted fetal inconvenience. Vacationland. The state can’t tell you how many children to have but soon you’ll be able to eliminate as many as you like. A new right to kill defenseless new people is the ultimate in biological censorship and secures freedom at the expense of the miracle of birth. This is not racist in the woke vernacular of the times; It is human-racist. It is the intentional elimination of a member of the human race. Who do you think you are and where do you think you’re from? Who gave you special permission to live? Someone did.
Grouse Positioning System
A bird in the bag is worth a few in the bush.
Clover is their nutrient of choice proven by crop autopsy in multiple field trials.
It is much easier to pull off two-at-once than simultaneous-two. If the birds are side-by-side AND close enough, the shot pattern will overlap both birds and spend only one cartridge in the process. It is fun and requires some immediate strategy calculation but in the end it is a luck driven enterprise that only allows reflexes to be tested if the grouse suddenly scurry and change their disadvantaged geography. The technique is a boastful process and several of us have achieved this grounded distinction over the past couple years. Again, it is luck in discovering tandem birds within the automatic overlapping crossfire pattern accidentally. It is bird-on-the-wing that owns the coveted bragging rights, though.
No winged skeet-like trophies have been claimed by our group because of our highly disciplined bird-in-the-bag reaction time and zero tolerance sighting protocol that allows no birds to fly. (Erik witnessed a from-the-hip wing shot after a road bird survived a woman's miss yet fell from the sky at the hand of her Jeremiah Johnson husband......but that wasn't us).
The simultaneous shot is thus our best upland dual-bird bagging bragging right. According to the Grouse Log entry, we approached a single rock bird in clover and consulted for 30 seconds before finally and spontaneously and embarrassingly identifying a feeding ruffed grouse. Zero tolerance flight protocol in mind, I loaded one shell into the barrel and almost shouldered the shotgun. I was interrupted by Bob's alert that there were two in the clover. Another shell into the bottom and shotgun to shoulder with authority. This story is taking more time to tell than the measure of its actual unfolding. Hereafter, I will synchronize with real time.
BANG! Bird two;
BANG!! Bird one.
The End
Clover is their nutrient of choice proven by crop autopsy in multiple field trials.
It is much easier to pull off two-at-once than simultaneous-two. If the birds are side-by-side AND close enough, the shot pattern will overlap both birds and spend only one cartridge in the process. It is fun and requires some immediate strategy calculation but in the end it is a luck driven enterprise that only allows reflexes to be tested if the grouse suddenly scurry and change their disadvantaged geography. The technique is a boastful process and several of us have achieved this grounded distinction over the past couple years. Again, it is luck in discovering tandem birds within the automatic overlapping crossfire pattern accidentally. It is bird-on-the-wing that owns the coveted bragging rights, though.No winged skeet-like trophies have been claimed by our group because of our highly disciplined bird-in-the-bag reaction time and zero tolerance sighting protocol that allows no birds to fly. (Erik witnessed a from-the-hip wing shot after a road bird survived a woman's miss yet fell from the sky at the hand of her Jeremiah Johnson husband......but that wasn't us).
The simultaneous shot is thus our best upland dual-bird bagging bragging right. According to the Grouse Log entry, we approached a single rock bird in clover and consulted for 30 seconds before finally and spontaneously and embarrassingly identifying a feeding ruffed grouse. Zero tolerance flight protocol in mind, I loaded one shell into the barrel and almost shouldered the shotgun. I was interrupted by Bob's alert that there were two in the clover. Another shell into the bottom and shotgun to shoulder with authority. This story is taking more time to tell than the measure of its actual unfolding. Hereafter, I will synchronize with real time.
BANG! Bird two;
BANG!! Bird one.
The End
mindBloggling!
There is an element of confusion. It is usually political with an element of obfuscation. For example, the invasion of an embassy and the organized assassination of a US Ambassador on the anniversary of 9/11 is sanitized by the spontaneous and fictitious appearance of an outraged flash mob upset by a YouTube video. Or sending guns to the cartels so they can be caught using them on our own law enforcement people. Or freeing terrorists to allow them to celebrate their release and rehabilitation within the Taliban.
And now in the glow of Veterans Day, a beloved, effective, educated, strategic High Officer of the Army to which I belonged, is compromised by his own libido? I speculate that once American gullibility refused to swallow Secretary of State Hilary Clinton's contrived culpability for Benghazi, we are now being asked to digest that General Betraeus is somehow infiltrated by a super educated, unarmed, unmanned, sexual drone of his own. If Bill Clinton did not have sex with that Monica woman, neither did Petraeus. Petraeus is privy to the Benghazi secrets and will protect them with his own infallible security clearance and the agreement he has made is between his biographer and the pillow and the Commander in Chief. Sex is an orgasmic state of affairs, I mean affair of state. So the renewed President accepts the General's voluntary resignation for an indiscretion. Why am I not certain there isnt a steamy video we could blame?
And now in the glow of Veterans Day, a beloved, effective, educated, strategic High Officer of the Army to which I belonged, is compromised by his own libido? I speculate that once American gullibility refused to swallow Secretary of State Hilary Clinton's contrived culpability for Benghazi, we are now being asked to digest that General Betraeus is somehow infiltrated by a super educated, unarmed, unmanned, sexual drone of his own. If Bill Clinton did not have sex with that Monica woman, neither did Petraeus. Petraeus is privy to the Benghazi secrets and will protect them with his own infallible security clearance and the agreement he has made is between his biographer and the pillow and the Commander in Chief. Sex is an orgasmic state of affairs, I mean affair of state. So the renewed President accepts the General's voluntary resignation for an indiscretion. Why am I not certain there isnt a steamy video we could blame?
This is to publish the developing concept of mindBloggling.
Maya Memory
Bury all the bones
No rodents allowed
Maya was a baritone
With Volume set at Loud!
Embedded plastic squeakers
Torn from stuffing new
They last eleven seconds
Then nothing left to chew.
Endeared, Long eared
Majestic prancing trait
Sometimes a little jumpy
Always close the gate
Squirrels whirl and twirl
But never land in range
Of watchful Big-Brown-Eye's
Explosive door exchange.
Four seconds deck-to-fence
Lawn worn to dirt-and-dust
Her domain beyond the compound
She was a very lumpy pillow
She was a pointy-headed brain
She previewed through the dog door
Before venturing into rain.
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