I didn’t get up with the chickens, I could've, but I didn't…Rusty got me up before them…but I made the decision to go back to bed on my own....
Howsumever, that being said, as I sit here musing at/over the vagaries of life ’n such over a cup of coffee, I c’n hear the darn things crowing out in the south forty…(Durn that fool Chicken Lady anyhow)... T’other day she brought a hen ’n seven chicks ’n turned ‘em loose at the house next door which is 'way too close for comfort 'n yes, they decided they liked my south forty better than my neighbors…
Yestiday, there wuz only five chicks left, thank the good Lord ’n Mother Nature….I don’t mean to be hard-hearted about the chickens but in the liberal world, that’s called ‘Natural Selection’….’less’n, of course, you’re a liberal blaming George Bush for all the ‘ILLEGAL’ immigrants streaming across what use’ta be our southern border which is being sold by the liberal press as a humanitarian problem and our problem because in the minds of the elite powers that be, the good ole US of A is basically responsible for all the ills of this old world...
Normally, I kind’a like Kirsten Powers, she’s cute ’n seems sincere ’n once, I heard her admit that an Obama policy wuz just plain wrong…for all that, she seems to have bought into the premise that American workers (soon t’be placed on the endangered species list) shouldn’t have any problem paying for the upkeep of a huge percentage of South American children after they come to America seeking citizenship under the Obama Dream Act…”After all, what’s fifty thousand children…or a hundred thousand…or more…”
I don’t think Obama intended for all these children to flood the USA…I don't believe he really tho't out the consequences of his action when he executive ordered the Dream Act...
I do believe his intent was 'n is to bankrupt the USA, sort’a like bulldozing an old house to make way for a new one. That has been a staple plan for revolutionaries since the whole rigmarole began….
Quiet little ramble ‘round ’n about the Village this morning…didn’t meet ’n greet with any other of the canine species, only a few chickens wand’ring the Park…a most uneventful stroll but, then, Hump Day mornings are often like that in Olde Fair Oakes….
"When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, "It means what I choose it to mean, neither more nor less." B. Obama...oops, check that, Lewis Carroll
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