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Saturday, December 26, 2009

We have need of a soothing story to banish the disturbing thoughts of the day



(lyrics are written by Samuel Johnson, from \"Lovers on a Park Bench\")

The day with its cares and perplexities is ended and the night is now upon us.
The night should be a time of peace and tranquility, a time to relax and be calm.
We have need of a soothing story to banish the disturbing thoughts of the day,
to set at rest our troubled minds, and put at ease our ruffled spirits.

And what sort of story shall we hear ?
Ah, it will be a familiar story, a story that is so very, very old,
and yet it is so new. It is the old, old story of love.

Two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies
touching each other, holding hands in the moonlight.

There was silence between them.
So profound was theire love for each other,
they needed no words to express it.
And so they sat in silence, on a park bench,
with their bodies touching,
holding hands in the moonlight.

Finally she spoke.
"Do you love me, John ?" she asked.
"You know I love you, darling." he replied.
"I love you more than tongue can tell.
You are the light of my life.
My sun. Moon and stars.
You are my everything.
Without you I have no reason for being."

Again there was silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench,
their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.
Once more she spoke. "How much do you love me, John ?" she asked.
He answered : "How much do I love you ? Count the stars in the sky.
Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon.
Number the grains of sand on the sea shore. Impossible, you say."

"Yes and it is just as impossible for me to say how much I love you."

"My love for you is higher than the heavens, deeper than Hades,
and broader than the earth. It has no limits, no bounds.
Everything must have an ending except my love for you."

There was more of silence as the two lovers sat
on a park bench with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.

Once more her voice was heard.
"Kiss me, John" she implored.
And leaning over, he pressed his lips
warmly to hers in fervent osculation...


93 comments:

  1. Wish I'd written that, to Melody.

    That fervent osculation would be gone, though. Whoever heard of a man and a woman kissing with fervent osculation?

    "Once more she spoke. "How much do you love me, John ?" she asked."

    Women!

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  2. Here's a disturbing thought for the winter wheat crop around this area. Just took the garbage out and it's turned really cold again. With no snow cover, this can cause the soil to heave up and down a bit, which can pull the young roots of the winter wheat out and expose them. If you get a cold wind on top of this, it can spell trouble.

    Santa's got me whipped, goodnight.

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  3. more israe; war crimes, so says abbas, rat & rufus..


    i say, good hunting.....


    In a joint operation with the Shin Bet, IDF soldiers gunned down three terrorists in the West Bank overnight Friday, who murdered Rabbi Meir Chai in a shooting attack near Shavei Shomron on Thursday.


    IDF soldiers take up a position during an operation in the West Bank.
    Photo: AP [file]
    SLIDESHOW: Israel & Region | World
    Special forces surrounded the Nablus homes of the three Al-Aksa Martyrs' Brigade operatives in an attempt to arrest them. However, when the men did not heed calls to leave their homes, the troops opened fire and killed them.

    None of the soldiers were hurt in the operation.

    In one of the houses, the soldiers discovered two hidden rifles and two guns. The weapons were transferred to police laboratories to check if they were used in Thursday's attack, Army Radio reported.

    The men were identified as 38-year-old Raed Sukarji, 39-year-old Ghassan Abu Sharkh, and 40-year-old Anan Subih. According to the Palestinian news agency, Sukarji's wife was also reportedly wounded in the operation.

    Ghassan Abu Sharkh's brother, Nayef, was a former commander of the Aksa Martyrs' Brigades in Nablus and was killed by the IDF in 2004.

    Also overnight Friday, three Palestinians who had apparently tried to infiltrate Israel from the northern Gaza Strip were killed by IDF troops.

    Soldiers identified several people crawling near the Gaza border fence and alerted a helicopter, which opened fire and killed them. Weapons were discovered near the men's bodies.

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  4. Happy Kwanzaa, home dirt.

    WiO:In a joint operation with the Shin Bet, IDF soldiers gunned down three terrorists in the West Bank overnight Friday, who murdered Rabbi Meir Chai in a shooting attack near Shavei Shomron on Thursday.

    The Obama Administration is preparing a statement condemning the operation as a war crime. Gunfire directed against Palestinians violates their human right to live free from fear and only perpetrates the dreary cycle of violence.

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  5. Did I say "terrorists"? Where's my Kwanzaa spirit. I mean to say "Muslim social justice activists".

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  6. "Once more she spoke. "How much do you love me, John ?" she asked.
    He answered : "How much do I love you ? Count the stars in the sky.
    Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon. Number the grains of sand on the sea shore. Impossible, you say."


    What trite pap.

    "Wish I'd written that, to Melody."

    Bob, why do you demean yourself? You need to raise your aspirations.

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  7. Quirk, there's the harmless flirting with a married woman, and then there's what bob does.

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  9. "...there's the harmless flirting with a married woman, and then there's what bob does."

    Don't kid yourself T. The flirting may "end up" being harmless but that is rarely by intent regardless of how it is rationalized.

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  10. I read the lyrics to be ironic. The beginning of the song is a slow harmonic and then counting, repetitive counting, imprinted with babble.

    The repetitive babble and jabber of most conversations and the repetitive counting of the cycle of everything. On and on, as all lives are lived.

    That continues for four minutes, a spoken refrain of "these are the days"
    "at the end of the day" the proof is in the pudding" "to tell the honest truth"

    All the meningless nonsense of words to fill the space of silence

    and then the violin breaks, as simple as a student practicing.

    Soothing is needed to settle our troubled minds.

    a story is required to give us some peace, a break, some solace. A simple unimbelished, trite everyday story, cliched, un-embellished, safely predictable the stupid ordinary things people say in the silly stage of all romance.

    nothing fancy please, just some verbal comfort food with MacDonalds-like familiarity and satisfaction.

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  11. When I listen to music, I hear words as if they were abstract sounds of just another instrument, just notes and tones the same as a violin. \Phillip Glass is a minmalist and his work is often criticised for the simplicity.

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  12. A Clint Eastwood film comes to mind, or watching "Ground Hog Day" for the 21st time.

    Some times you just want to lapse into the pause mode, not expecting nor welcoming profundity.

    Times just l to relax. With that in mind, I miss Allen Greenspan. On those nights when I wished to fall asleep, I would find the latest conressional hearing and testimony of Mr. Greenspan and lapse into blissful sleep.

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  13. I agree with your interpretation Deuce. The writers intent is obvious. (Not quite as sure of Bob's comments.)

    However, I prefer the clever to mind-numbingly banal.

    I got married young and divorced a couple years later. Right after that I met a couple of guys in school who had just gotton out of the service. They knew each other since grade school and had an ongoing contest to see how many girls they could...well...persaude.

    They were good looking guys but it was their bullshit that got the women. Over 500 for each of them the last time I heard which was years ago. Rarely, talk of stars and Hades, but just as trite. And the ladies smiled and sucked it up. Amazing.

    For me a decent deal. Like in Ruth as recently described by T, gleaning isn't a bad gig. However, I still had to grind my teeth listening to their inane musings. Luckily, I was drinking pretty heavy at that time.

    From an artistic standpoint, Glass achieved his objective. It's not the artistry I object to it's the truth about the banality of a good portion of our lives. I'll take clever and you can have the relaxing pap.

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  14. We all, the lucky ones, have or wish for the MeLoDious in life. On a rainy miserable lazy afternoon what could be more delicious than enjoying the fruit of a desirable woman.

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  15. Q, perhaps you will agree that the secret to life is the ability to enjoy the mundane.

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  16. That and taking asnd giving your pleasures when and where you find them, clever need not be excluded from the mix.

    It sounds as if your friends took too much and gave too little.

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  17. For one afternoon, you are undoubtable right.

    For longer term, it comes down to a definition of what constitutes desirable.

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  18. I always enjoy the holding of a glass of hops laden mind-addling amber beer, chilled to perfection, backlit by the lighted racks of bottles behind the bar and watch the CO2 rise to form a head of global warming froth anticipating the carnal pleasantness of putting the same froth to my lips.

    Surely Q, even a Paps Blue Ribbon would work for you as well. Dont't you agree?

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  19. "Q, perhaps you will agree that the secret to life is the ability to enjoy the mundane."

    I do agree. I merely object to deflowering the mundane with prattle.

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  20. I used to enjoy Stroh's myself.

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  21. "It sounds as if your friends took too much and gave too little."

    True enough. But then it was the 70's and the 80's. We all did.

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  22. I realy didn't listen to the vido--watch the video--never heard of this Samuel Johnson guy--have no idea what his intent was.

    But, 500, Quirk? Are women really that easy?

    I've had two good lovers in my entire life.


    Here's Sarah Palin Writing To Us on Backroom Deals and Death Panels

    That Sen. Nelson from Nebraska evidently was heavily bribed.

    Good Article on Iran and its History What's going on is certainly nothing new.

    Meanwhile, Christians are getting it in Iraq. Jews left long along.

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  23. Never heard of Phillip Glass either. But then I'm out here in the sticks.


    Lionel Hampton Jazz Festival Lineup 2010 Our 'big event' of the year.

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  24. jeez, Detroit bomber was reported by his dad--to the US Embassy--

    The older Mutallab, as at the time of filing this report, had just left his Katsina hometown for Abuja to speak with security agencies, family sources say. According to the family members, Mutallab has been uncomfortable with the boy’s extreme religious views and had six months ago reported his activities to United States’ Embassy, Abuja and Nigerian security agencies.
    The older Mutallab was said to be devastated on hearing the news of Abdul Farouk’s attempted bombing and arrest. A source close to him said he was surprised that after his reports to the US authorities, the young man was allowed to travel to the United States…
    At the secondary school, he was known for preaching about Islam to his school mates and he was popularly called �Alfa�, a local coinage for Islamic scholar. After his secondary school, the suspect went to University College London to study engineering and later relocated to Egypt, and then Dubai. While in Dubai in the United Arab Emirates, he declared to his family members that he did not want to have anything to do with any of them again.


    He may get his wish.

    Hot Air

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  25. 2164th said...
    I always enjoy the holding of a glass of hops laden mind-addling amber beer, chilled to perfection, backlit by the lighted racks of bottles behind the bar and watch the CO2 rise to form a head of global warming froth anticipating the carnal pleasantness of putting the same froth to my lips.

    Surely Q, even a Paps Blue Ribbon would work for you as well. Dont't you agree?



    Brewed To Perfection--Brewing Up A Civilization

    Guy says Paps Blue Ribbon is behind it all. Maybe he's right in a way.

    McGovern sees this early fermentation process as a clever survival strategy. "Consuming high energy sugar and alcohol was a fabulous solution for surviving in a hostile environment with few natural resources," he explains.

    Alcoholism seems to have a genetic component, or the ability to metabolize differently, long associated with a cold nordic environment, a hostile environment as he calls it. Kinda fits.

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  26. Beer like substances have been around humanity for 5000 plus years...

    beer and bread....

    the staff of life....

    Jews bless the fruit of the vine and bread as their basic thanks blessing for each meal..

    nothing more mystical than that...

    it does a body good...

    many a meal of fresh crunchy beer and a cold one have helped me get thru the day...

    just think of all the co2 I have wasted...

    then again, looking at michael moore and al gore? they look like they could eat me and my beer & bread...

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  27. I used to sometimes take a bottle of wine with me in the tractor for towards the end of the end. Did wonders towards the end of the day. Don't do that when harvesting.

    Here's An 86 Year Old Governor in India Who Fancies Himself He Can Handle Three at a Time

    heh

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  28. sometimes I hit the anon button instead of the name button by mistake

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  29. We have need of a soothing story to banish the disturbing thoughts of the day

    Here's one. A snoozing soothing one.

    Just caught Caesar, Oliver Caesar is his full name, asleep in my wife's bed, kinda sprawled out, head on the pillow. Course I didn't wake him, though he really doesn't need his beauty sleep, and ought to get up off his ass and do something someday. He hasn't had much energy since he got fixed.

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  30. Sri Lanka tsunami aid misappropriated: watchdog AFP - Sat, 26 Dec 2009 08:42:17 PST

    AFP - Nearly half a billion dollars in tsunami aid for Sri Lanka is unaccounted for and over 600 million dollars has been spent on projects unrelated to the disaster, an anti-corruption watchdog said

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  31. Why, could someone tell me why we have (seem to) so many children abducted and murdered by sexual offenders?

    The disappearance and death of the 11-year old Maryland girl being the latest in what seems to be an almost weekly occurrence.

    What have we come to?

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  32. Well Whit, back in the olden days the village women would have the menfolk grab the pedophile and viciously kill him. Now the women want us to send him to another village where he can have his way with some other villagers kids.

    Aren't we sophisticated nowdays?

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  33. Anybody got the FBI figures going back a ways on abductions, murders, etc? Just a hunch, but maybe things have not really changed so much. We didn't used to have the Wal-Mart picture board at the front door to remind us of the missing.


    Russia and USA as Pragmatic Allies?

    Always have favored this. Good comments follow the article.

    Hard to get along with though.

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  34. The Charter of Paris for a New Europe in 1990, and the Istanbul Charter for European Security in 1999, were supposed to establish a kind of "bill of rights" designed to create the political foundation for a post-Cold War peace. These rules rejected spheres of influence, recognized the right of all countries to equal security and to choose their own alliances as part of a new cooperative security structure. Moscow agreed to the rules at a time when it, too, wanted to shed its imperial past and join an enlarging Western community. But as the pro-Western drive in Russia waned and the imperial impulse began to return in the late 1990s, Moscow concluded that these rules were encouraging Western enlargement at its expense.

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  35. Quirk said...

    "Once more she spoke. "How much do you love me, John ?" she asked.
    He answered :
    "How much do I love you ? Count the stars in the sky.
    Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon.
    Number the grains of sand on the sea shore. Impossible, you say
    ."

    What trite pap.


    "Wish I'd written that, to Melody."


    Bob, why do you demean yourself? You need to raise your aspirations.

    Agreed

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  36. "trite pap" itself is trite pap, probably used a million times a day in the USA

    aim higher!

    try bathetic maudlin schmaltzy spoon food, for instance

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  37. Turn to Alinsky when you are confused--

    By Aaron Klein
    © 2009 WorldNetDaily



    Saul Alinsky
    Just five days after affirming on air that he is a liberal, MSNBC host Chris Matthews exclaimed that radical community organizer Saul Alinsky is one of his heroes.

    Stated Matthews: "Well, to reach back to one of our heroes from the past, from the '60s, Saul Alinsky once said that even though both sides have flaws in their arguments and you can always find something nuanced about your own side you don't like and it's never perfect, you have to act in the end like there's simple black and white clarity between your side and the other side or you don't get anything done.

    "I always try to remind myself of Saul Alinsky when I get confused," Matthews said on his "Hardball" show, speaking to guest Sen. Bernie Sanders, a self-described democratic socialist, on the topic of President Obama's health care plan.


    Least the Republican stood firm against this Christmas massacre of a health care bill, though somebody didn't vote, I think.

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  38. It was the graphic, a couple of threads back, Obama was on the throne, the tide coming in.

    Which is what was the pictured in the minds eye, at bob's mention of the Republican standing firm against the Health Care legislation, and to the same effect.

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  39. Alas, bob, you wouldn't read Alinsky.

    Beneath your intellectual prowess or some such.

    While those that did, kicked your ass.

    Metaphorically speaking.

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  40. "I always try to remind myself of Saul Alinsky when I get confused"

    I'm never confused, why should I read Saul Alinsky?

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  41. We all, the lucky ones, have or wish for the MeLoDious in life. On a rainy miserable lazy afternoon what could be more delicious than enjoying the fruit of a desirable woman.

    Hint.

    Next rainy afternoon, drop by any tavern on the blue collar side of town. You'll find all the MLDs you crave.

    As for Bob's drivel, it's like being strapped in a chair with you eyelids taped open in front of a screen playing an endlessly looping slow-motion train wreck.

    Except you can scroll.




    A real nightmare would be encountering Bob's comments in a dream and discovering your scroll control was kaput.


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  42. al-bob
    often in error,
    never in doubt.

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  43. A Poem Called Trite Pap



    Tired from walking
    They sat on a bench
    Warm night
    The stars and moon were out

    She leaned a little
    Put her hand on his chest
    They watched the traffic
    Go east and west

    "See over there on a branch
    A couple of owls?" he said.
    "Those are owls?"
    "Couple of night owls, I think"

    "Why aren't they hunting
    I thought they do that at night?"
    "Taking the day-er, night off
    I quess"

    The new monorail came by, quite fast
    "That's the new Express" she said.
    "hmmph, I wouldn't want to ride one of those"
    "Well you wouldn't, you're a hunter gatherer"

    "Heh" he laughed
    "And a farmer too"
    She tossed her head alittle
    "Well, you know what to do"

    "Do you really love me?" she asked
    "Well sure, you know I do"
    Some moments pasted, she said with a grin
    "How much, we've only just met"

    "It's hard to put words into a thought
    To express a feeling" he said.
    "You stand out in the crowd
    And we've talked long enough"

    "But I've wanted to ask,
    That fellow before, his name?
    And if I may ask
    Did you make it with him?"

    "His name was Quirk, and the answer is no"
    "And the reason?" he asked.
    "Cause Quirk was a jerk
    A trite pap of a man"


    "But you seem to get me-
    I don't mean it that way-
    But understand me
    If you know what I mean"

    They watched the night, the owls had flown away
    From all their talk.
    "I want to go back to the Holiday Inn" he said
    And she agreed in her mind

    "So do I" she said
    They walked away silently
    "And you know what?" she said with a smile
    "I think you'd fight for me"

    And I would, he thought in his mind
    For this kind wonderful maid
    As they walked back to the Inn
    Away from the traffic, and human kind

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  44. A Poem Called Trite Pap



    Tired from walking
    They sat on a bench
    Warm night
    The stars and moon were out

    She leaned a little
    Put her hand on his chest
    They watched the traffic
    Go east and west

    "See over there on a branch
    A couple of owls?" he said.
    "Those are owls?"
    "Couple of night owls, I think"

    "Why aren't they hunting
    I thought they do that at night?"
    "Taking the day-er, night off
    I quess"

    The new monorail came by, quite fast
    "That's the new Express" she said.
    "hmmph, I wouldn't want to ride one of those"
    "Well you wouldn't, you're a hunter gatherer"

    "Heh" he laughed
    "And a farmer too"
    She tossed her head alittle
    "Well, you know what to do"

    "Do you really love me?" she asked
    "Well sure, you know I do"
    Some moments pasted, she said with a grin
    "How much, we've only just met"

    "It's hard to put words into a thought
    To express a feeling" he said.
    "You stand out in the crowd
    And we've talked long enough"

    "But I've wanted to ask,
    That fellow before, his name?
    And if I may ask
    Did you make it with him?"

    "His name was Quirk, and the answer is no"
    "And the reason?" he asked.
    "Cause Quirk was a jerk
    A trite pap of a man"


    "But you seem to get me-
    I don't mean it that way-
    But understand me
    If you know what I mean"

    They watched the night, the owls had flown away
    From all their talk.
    "I want to go back to the Holiday Inn" he said
    And she agreed in her mind

    "So do I" she said
    They walked away silently
    "And you know what?" she said with a smile
    "I think you'd fight for me"

    And I would, he thought in his mind
    For this kind wonderful maid
    As they walked back to the Inn
    Away from the traffic, and human kind

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  45. The second post was for you Linear, just stick your name in there.

    :)

    We're going to the move.

    Grrnight, critics, unite.

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  46. Looks like we've reached peak oil. Spare capacity, if it really is there, will be gobbled up in a few years. I'm not modeling any gain in consumption either, which will be necessary to grow the economy.

    Date Gain Decline Net
    2009 4742 -3718 1024
    2010 3230 -3755 -525
    2011 3114 -3793 -679
    2012 2275 -3831 -1556
    2013 2400 -3869 -1469
    2014 2350 -3908 -1558
    2015 2830 -3947 -1117
    2016 1085 -3986 -2901
    2017 162 -4026 -3864
    2018 130 -4066 -3936
    2019 0 -4107 -4107
    2020 200 -4148 -3948

    "Gain" = addition from megaprojects.


    The above taken from comment from KLR at the oil drum.

    Your "World" is getting ready to change.

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  47. "trite pap" itself is trite pap, probably used a million times a day in the USA

    aim higher!

    try bathetic maudlin schmaltzy spoon food, for instance"




    Sorry, Bob. I would have to disagree.

    As the EB’s Bard, you must understand that words have specific meanings.

    “trite pap”

    The word pap is a noun usually referring to ideas expressed in a written form. Succinct and to the point.

    Now I will take your point with regard to trite. Trite is an adjective and somewhat but not entirely redundant in this case.

    I could have gone with just pap.

    On the other hand, I found all your suggestions lacking in one way or another.

    Bathetic, maudling, schmaltzy, all adjectives, all with about the same meaning, all insufficient by themselves singly or in combination, and all carrying the same redundancy as noted above with trite.

    Spoon-fed is inappropriate as either an adjective or a verb.

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  49. There once was an old farmer named Bob
    Who never tired of yanking his knob
    But while dreaming of venus
    He played with his penis
    And woke screaming "What a MeLoDious blowjob"

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  50. :)

    :)

    :)


    Quit repeating my comments, punk.

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  52. I was kind of rushed Ruf.

    I was trying to get the limerick out before Bob went to "the move". (Must be a Moscow thing, maybe associated with the Lionel Hampton Jazz Festival.)

    Instead of blowjob, I could have gone with "...MeLoDious Hum Job"

    More lyrical, less "trite pap".




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  53. ...hum job


    [ :-) x 4 ]^6


    resonates with the drone...


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  54. WE were very tired, we were very merry—
    We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
    It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable—
    But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
    We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;
    And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.

    We were very tired, we were very merry—
    We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;
    And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,
    From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
    And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,
    And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold.

    We were very tired, we were very merry,
    We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
    We hailed "Good morrow, mother!" to a shawl-covered head,
    And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;
    And she wept, "God bless you!" for the apples and pears,
    And we gave her all our money but our subway fares
    .

    Poetry.

    Nothing explicitly states the two as lovers, but it can be felt.

    Recuerdo.

    10th grade English in a blue collar school.

    You can keep your Yeats, Bob.

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  55. from a poem called Trite Pap...

    "But I've wanted to ask,
    That fellow before, his name?
    And if I may ask
    Did you make it with him?"

    "His name was Quirk, and the answer is no"
    "And the reason?" he asked.
    "Cause Quirk was a jerk
    A trite pap of a man"

    "However, I did make it with two of his friends," she said.
    On a rainy miserable lazy afternoon.
    We had some Papst Blue Ribbon
    and screwed till I was all a' twitter."


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  56. I misspoke a while back and upthread.

    I have nothing against blue collar neighborhoods or their taverns.

    Nothing against the blowsy broads who occasionally wander in off the street and chat up the boys.

    It's only when a blowsy broad shifts into shameless selfpromotion for a seat on the board that my teeth begin to grind.

    Behaviour of the proprietors is predictable. They'll cater to the broads to keep the boys comin' back.

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  57. "No matter how much you jump and dance,
    The last few drops go down your pants."

    4th Grade Bathroom in Okieville Elementary.

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  58. My grin to the nth power still trumps your paltry 4x, Doug.

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  59. As much as l like the women...

    I could give a rat's ass about what people look like, whether they have a inny or an outy

    It's issues...

    This aint no dating service....

    From my pov all the cyber flirting is a pile of bile....

    really, what to want yourselfs? take it private...

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  60. "It's Complicated" was worth seeing. Enjoyable.

    The Israelis seem to be recalling their ambassadors from all over the world. If the Report Is True

    And Here's Sarandon's daughter boosting the healthcare nightmare.

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  61. Random sampling from last week's festivities at Maggie's Madness.

    - In ENSENADA, El Mex reporting on calle Mazatlan y Guaymas one person found "embolsada"(wrapped in plastic). AFN reports this was a man who had been shot and the body was dismembered.

    - All agencies reporting the decapitated bodies of a man and a woman found in colonia Buenos Aires.

    - All agencies reporting in the soccer playing field of Otay Mesa behind the Hotel Bugambilias one man found executed and beheaded.

    - All agencies reporting on calle Herreria in colonia Anexa 20 de Noviembre one body found executed and wrapped in plastic.

    - All agencies reporting (Frontera is saying after a violent confrontation) in Villa Fontana, Tijuana, State Preventative Police rescue one person and arrest a dangerous group of five kidnappers, operatives of El Teo. Also seized were five AK-47's, 10 magazines, 300 cartridges, 2 trucks, one of which had a report of robbery with violence from 12/16
    .

    I think this next guy could just say he'd been Christmas shopping:

    - In ENSENADA, all agencies reporting State Preventative Police arrest Alfredo Perez Rafael Peralta, an operative of the Arellano-Felix Organization (CAF) in Lomas Dorado with two AR-15's, one AK-47, two .38's, one 9mm super, 9 magazines, 690 cartridges, 2 nextel radios, 2 cell phones, one military cap, and a set of police handcuffs. He also had cash, 8K 714 dollars and 29K pesos.

    All those and more at the link.

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  62. Trite pap...can you even say that out loud?

    MeLoDious blow job. Bwahahahaha

    Y'all like that, do ya? To bad you'll never find out how it feels.

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  63. Sorry M.

    That was my paean to Bob-O.

    You?

    Friendly fire, collateral damage.

    Besides I think you are merely looking at the words and not hearing the music. You are missing the nuance. Deuce can explain it to you.

    (Now. About that BJ...)

    .

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  64. Maggie quotes DEA:

    PITFALL

    The Agency [DEA] raises possible attacks and increasing violence from the cartels from December to February 2010, as a threat to the governments of Mexico and the United States
    .

    Where's Janet when we need her?

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  65. bob said:
    The Israelis seem to be recalling their ambassadors from all over the world. If the Report Is True


    Yep, real war is on the horizon for Israel...

    The USA has decided (under the Big Empty O) to let the chips fall where they may...

    The new anti-semitism czar 1st statement was critical of Amb Oren NOT attending a JStreet conference. Jstreet is a soros and arabian funded group that hold positions that the State of Israel completely disagree with and hold as dangerous for the State of Israel's survival.

    The Obama's position is that of voting present..

    that is his policies across the globe...

    In the end, Israel sees his inaction is actually action.

    Israel sees how obama would be pleased to see it do America's dirty work, only to then condemn Israel at the UNSC...

    yep hell is about to break open...

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  66. Breaking news: Victim of Friendly fire, collateral damage.

    By their friends ye shall know them.

    .

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  67. I doubt the heroine of my doggeral would have behaved as you suggest, Quirk, as--

    She leaned a little
    Put her hand on his chest


    The area of the heart, not the genital.

    And,

    "But you seem to get me-
    I don't mean it that way-
    But understand me
    If you know what I mean"

    goodnight

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  68. So you fancy yourself as a linear thinker do you, you old limp dicked mysogynist has been.

    I hope you have a cat because that is as close as you will get to pussy without paying for it.

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  69. Sticks and stones, bobbie.

    Looks like in your fervor you hit the wrong button. Again. :-)

    Stay with wheat farming or fishing. Something where you know what the fuck you're talking about.

    You're just embarassing your dad, and the good money he laid out for your liberal arts education.

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  70. So you fancy yourself as a linear thinker do you, you old limp dicked mysogynist has been.

    I hope you have a cat because that is as close as you will get to pussy without paying for it
    .

    The defense rests, y'all. The plaintiff
    having proven once again the value of a degree in poetry.

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  71. Thank you anon, and I add my second! There is no greater fool than an old full of oneself!

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  72. It jest gits better, and better.

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  73. Rufus dear, I have lurked enough. Do not be surprised to hear from me again and woe is the he who will take on this she.

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  74. I doubt many sonnets will be cast my way.

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  75. Maybe I was hasty in taking down this post.

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  76. The defense rests, y'all...

    I see it coming.

    The next time Stella delivers her closing in court.

    To be a fly on the wall in that court room...

    .

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  77. "Maybe I was hasty in taking down this post."

    as usual.

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  78. Quirk don't worry, I hear the music, loud and clear. I'm not missing anything.

    (Now. About that BJ...)


    Bwahahaha

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