Sent: Friday, November 15, 2002 2:10 PM
To: James O. Goldsborough
Cc: rest
Subject: The meek
with teeth shall inherit the earth
Mr. Goldsborough, I just read your
column in yesterday’s Union Tribune with great interest for it highlights sumthing I
wrote back in the fall of 2000.
With that said, it was the column
at write angles
to your “Mr. Bush’s
duel with Mr. Hussein” by Thomas L. Krannawitter, “Gray days ahead in the
Golden State” that sunk home. The Union Tribune,
however, didn’t give Mr. Krannawitter’s email address. Tough luk some
might argue, although the Forbes Article that you should first begin reading in
doing your “Jew Diligence”
ended with a paragraph beginning “Good
LIck”[1] and there was nothing lovey-dovey about it.
In a nutshell, I have, “smoking gun evidence” of the
Californian State House having been hijacked by a foreign conglomerate, i.e.
the recent gubernatorial elections were rigged.
When one looks at the map that I handed Roger
Hedgecock in the spring of this year one can only imagine what
he might have been thinking to avoid falling on all fours in his quest to be
first to mention little of the pitching wedge “l-ash”
he still has of mine that helped me guide my sight-seeing dog on top of Machu
Picchu in early March without airport security bothering to check the golf club
whose head was manufactured by a 3rd World military contactor. My hi-flying dog, Pypeetoe, is
number 1+1 in my
book, to sum i-dy-l-Lic. Getting through
airport security as with staying alive while trying to lead a full life is like
playing chess; having your opponent play to your advantage. I don’t really care
that much for chess these days as I have my plate rather full just doing enough
to have folks think me a byte of a
fool.
I am careful, though never to
take sides until I have gathered all the evidence, i.e. the better the evidence
the better the proof, to mention little of the importance of timing and
name calling although my dog pretty much responds to anyone who is kind, always
though it pays to stay alert. It is the meek with teeth who I believe shall
inherit the earth; the rest take their chances in trusting their frustrated
fellow man who we rarely get to know even after a lifetime of interference and
spankings.
One has to ask the obvious in an
election tTOo close to
call as in Davis Vs Rear-end-ed
and of course to put off death[2] until the very end. What sort of supper-cop would you
engage or what SIC Alert
would you put out given the limited amount of space on Freeway signage to
mention little of my efforts in helping to circle the wagons on Indian reservations,
February 8th 2002 just one key date, after the hor-ses had already bolted, fume-ing no doubt? Horses for courses just
as in Special Situation Funds
always vigil-ant for
soft spots on the road, wrong turns to avoid and of course knowing what area-subjects is-are
needed to carry the vote.
The problems of the “wor.d…---… capital
flow, up-steam or
downstream?” [sic] can all
be summed up in the breathing as in, The Fish
Rots From The Head Down. How important was carrying Imperial Valley to
mention little of getting the IID to bridge a gap just in the nick of time?
Nothing butt smoke and mirrors in terms of Californians having to ween
themselves off 800,000 acre feet per year that write fully
belongs to the other lower-ba-sin States
to mention in passing the unpredictability of that knuckleball wether as
developers expand their share of the land much like they believe the universe
is expanding, Salton C to boot,
wouldn’t you agree?
If you were hell bent on owning
the world who would you turn to in a Dutch-clutch
situation choc-or-late
lattes to let go and at the same time one must always be weary of being run
over by cement trucks, peripheral site a must,
wouldn’t you agree? Nothing like a California Coastal Commission appointment,
alternate just as good even if only a back-seat driver, butt an arden
supporter to boot, wouldn’t you also agree?
I never let my formal education
which really didn’t amount to eating much more than cake interfere with my
learning but I do remember something out of the social sciences lectures which
I always attributed to another guy called Hertzberg, “Tis better to keep quiet
and let the idiots lecturing you think you to be a fool then to speak out and
remove all doubt.” In my opinion the question of truth is best capsulated in
the legal term, “Scienter” as in “culpable state of mind.” So why would I
choose a “leftist colum-nun-est”
such as yourself to address in this not-altogether private[3] communication, knowing full well it is the folks on the far
left and their blood brothers on the far right who by adding just a little byte
of mustard gas those of us sandwiched in with all their farts?
I somehow picked up The
old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori believing
t-hat it never
pays to tiptoe around issues learning early in life that it simply pays to skate away fast
and if necessary jump over obstacles, willing to take a fall on occasion
realizing just about everything comes out in the wash, skid marks rarely an
issue especially when traversing over thin ice. Knowing how to swim does have
its merits. Bottoms
Up Schooling
though, the way to get by without losing ones’ cool staying as far away as
possible from radar screens even if it is to avoid only a slow moving bus. Just
like I am hoping to improve, living each day like it was my last so my hope is
that you can improve too. Your last column was in my opinion spot on the mark.
If you were in to surfing I might be able to give you a pointer or tTOo and you
wouldn’t need to be a math wizard to understand my drift.
It pays, however, to be cautious
since it takes just one hit one from the rear
and my significant other has already had her experience with being run over by
a truck, de-feet tTOo
boot, in return for
met-ric which
will help in a meteoric
rise. Time is soon approaching to eliminate all the phat-catty folks who don
their rituals on their shirt sleeves, space on the www.NextraTerrestrial.com website
will soon be at a premium and
the opportunity for everyone to take a 7th inning stretch is
fast approaching.
I am, however, very reticent to
advocate throwing just anything down the toilet without coming up with a better
solution although what good would a kitchen sink be without running water. I
recently bought a rock house up in the mountains where I am hoping to test out sum of my
theories, security though a must or we could all go bust if I were to simply
issue an all-out
weather broadcast. I prefer to play this whole thing out using a combination of
rug-by and
chess moves, most importantly choosing my team ever so carefully never though
to sweep
anything under the carport, Revlon OutRAGeous
shampoo probably just fine for my KO DOG=God
Okay.
Let me know if you are interested
in things that really matter to mention in passing the importance of addressing
“dark matter.”
Sincerely,
Cc_rest
Thesis+anti-thesis=synthesis, Hegel
[1] Pypeetoe applying Love that Pink lipstick to Mr. Jeffrey Krinsk Esq.
[2] There is hop-e
for the executor of my estate Devin
Standard whose father, Kennith G. Standard, was just appointed president of the
NYS Bar,
60,000 lawyers to beat.
[3] Copied in on this email is a staff member 4 the Republican
arm of the House of Representatives.
