Sunday, November 11, 2012


Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look,
He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.

from hence, that is from the latest pot boiled with their bitter tea they commence all over again -the previous prevarications being not enough to unseat the other they must beat the bushes for new red herrings to serve for dinner,

Their young MBA's & freshly minted divinity students out of Liberty marching up & down the I-4 selling two car garages and the end of the world at the same time. Now, they need those colored votes--leek green caligula favored--to grease the wheels. Sweatin beading up wily Karl's face as he tries to sell them a fragrant new soap, community activists in the ghettos, fired up for the Lord, or drumming up interest for a new economic zone.

Young Paul will stay low, only utter enough nutty nonsense to keep himself in the news, don't expect him to agree with the president much, and his cadre will be close & Active. Only game we got today puts Mrs. Clinton in the forecast, a good old horse to be sure, and there is no doubt about her being a democrat, her own proposal for health care being shot down. We may be in need of the Good Mother four years hence, but she will have to run against at best an agent of the anti-christ, because as we all know the lie works, but only on the Faithful who have no choice but to believe, and nothing sells cars like a good lie.

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