My Dear Maxine,

     This morning, despite being "warned" with the usual "cheap 
shot/cheap trick" (about which one knock-off after annudder keeps on 
comin') last night during the "foo drop-in" (as those with better things 
to do call it), I could not resist further "commenting" of the usual 
"innocuous" nature...

     **

    In other words, some awfully thin-skinned types who keep getting 
"bent outta shape" at my "free" use of discourse really need to sit down 
and shut up!  Further, these insane "teach yas a lesson" fatwah-style 
"punishments for matters of opinion" are going to sink "any person's" 
alleged "ship of state" (and you don't have to be a mornoic "Titanic" 
addict to "go figger" on that one, if you dig what I mean).

*click for realaudio clip*"Now 'never budge an inch' while you can; someday yous got to grow up and be a man..."

    We were talking about how neither political party in this U.S. of A. 
"has a clue" anymore; my take was that the Republicans did the "same 
old, same old" as the Demos are now "doo-doo-ing" except the Republicans 
didn't broadcast vidoetapes of one's "bragging rights" all over the 
world (for some reason, people used to worry about getting caught...)

    **  

    As I realize that upon this October 8 I will indeed be forty-four 
years old, my citing of my "younger days"--whether in hoop, when I could 
get six inches of rim below my wrist on a dunk, whether in love, when I 
could snag any married woman I wished in a *heartbeat*--don't seem to 
carry much *weight* anymore; I've begun phrasing what I have to say with 
more "background material" worked into the rhetoric rather than making 
the assumption of "you know what I mean"...

    So, I ventured forth that *It Ain't about Sex, It's the 
Alpha-Charisma, Stupid* (or something like that): i.e., along the lines 
of the following:

1) *Real Men* don't get that annoyingly "distant" look on one's face 
when your *bee-itch* be complaining about a dearth of "quality 
time"...(Further "bonus points" re-assigned as "penalty de-merits" for 
the pulling out of "da snake in da EYE-tal-yun trousers" and laying it 
the Oval desk as if it has an "alien" life of its own in need of 
"attention," as allegedly reported on the webpage with the Starr 
material...)

2) *Real Men* don't put a cigar in one's loved one's vagina (already 
getting complicated) and expect her to "puff like a common whoo-ur"

3) *Real Men* don't have phony Quaker types (quacking like fustilugs of 
olde), allegedly "female," hunt down one's perceived (or misperceived) 
*opposition's* females and persuade 'em to "degrade oneself like the 
piece of trash you know you really are" and then "toss 'em to da wolves" 
like a bone for a good hell-bardo-beast...

    Now, as my own half-sister "Mary" is one of da honchos in this 
neo-Gestapo "right on time and track like a Frididaire outta hell," most 
may not view me as being in "any position" to criticize, let alone "open 
yer mouth," but I fail to see the wisdom of not "to be-ing"...

     The big controversy over this morning?  Nothing other than saying 
that the Jack Kennedy types of leaders indeed are entitled, in my humble 
view, to "freely associate" with the Marilyn Monroe's of the world--as 
Maureen Dowd the columnist pointed out, when he ran with Frank Sinatra 
and that era's hip and cool elite, why, you felt that the guy really had 
something on the ball...

more on the matter to follow,
tom  

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