David Custis Kimball - blog
You: Why Dave; why now?
Me: Well, I've two talented kids; the younger mentioned my stopping with the lectures. Then enthusiastically asked, 'Dad, can I help you set up a blog?' Moments later, Me: 'OK, that's a great idea, thinkin' they might just read it someday.
me ---> 'Gaarr of Blog' <---
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Matters of Import & Timely Expertise
repressing gossip and hate-speech.
An Unmapped Ponderocity:
To say: '"He is a man of truth," is to say nothing; to say: "He is a man of of," is to state an elementary truth of logic.'
Winston Davids, 1969 - Trinity College Valedictorian - 1970; known endeavor: actuarial contributions to The Donald; since has contacted me and sadly is quite ill. Ask prayers for recovery; thanks for his brilliance and music.
Environment, Human Affairs, Law
To lay in the bed of lies, in a ‘Autobiography’, as if now one could claim in defense…’it just wrote itself’, hence ‘Auto’. Or ‘I was in the car (auto) writing it and couldn’t get to a dictionary… spelling’s a problem for me.. see I got one name right…Marty.’
And on the environmental side, perhaps the million$ spent on Obama from the BP and other corps to secure the grace of a democrat allowing offshore drilling… would have been better spent on safety equipment… because the democrats were only ‘pulling your chain’… they would have approved the drilling even without all the money … upfront. Or did BP understand what a real ‘Manchurian candidate’ Obama really was?
People died, the environment is crying out…and the Alinsky president makes jokes at the Correspondent’s Dinner (I crashed it in 1980 and told Walter Cronkite to ‘unhand my wife’….. He didn’t think I was kidding. Maybe I scared him straight.)
Dead stuff doesn’t laugh. Lies are like dead stuff … they were never there to laugh at or with.
