Ya gotta love him, in this global society we give away farm (or ranch) to the village idiot & he's not even aware that in his small world he still does have neighbors. With a toddler's gasp of the here & now he can't possibly remember any lessons that might've might have been learned 30 yrs ago. I guess our bouncing, bubbling Toxic Texan baby has grown into the good ole boy we always knew he could be. Bewteen him & his vice chain mail man the pair couldn't get a cabbie's license in most states that have laws about thinking & drinking while driving (TWI) & he's got a license to wage war, it's the attempt at thinking that's the most dangerous if not cutiest of his outstanding qualities. The man is nothing if he's not one of the most generous, caring, giving man whose's walked the hollow halls since the beginning of mime. Hasn't he given us a new lease on liberty & what about that lease on life that run out of time before we could use it & didn't we want to see a future where we are all americans, everywhere. And isn't he the man to give us all the fuel we'll need to burn, I can just smell the sweet scent of my fossilized bod going up the chimney in a pure puff of concentrated ash while my kids are toasting marshmellows over the glow of the warm mid eastern men. You really do have to love the little p imp & all the money he's bringing into the household & thank God we have him to bring us into a brave new world. What & where would we be with out him & where will we be if he had never been. Good night sweet heart, good night. We really do love ya, sleep in peace, forever.
Barry