If at some point i get off point, it is due to the fact that this would have been day 13 of alcohol abstention (if you forgive the makers on the rocks splash wednesday night after the estate auction success), subsequent to a foot-fracturing plummet from a farmhouse bedroom loft in the pitch dark middle of the night two weekends ago after much brandy and associated vices, and not because i intend to submit this to a certain literary competition for the year 2014. how's that mr bulwer-lytton? yes, admittedly it was dark, but the weather was fair.
anyway, i continue to see how we seem pleased at the turning back of right-wing attempts at whatever kind of shit they're up too. as we should be. well, it reminds me of a "flintstones" cartoon i saw long ago where fred told barney, as they stood by and looked upon a trickling stream, "the yellowstone...they expect it to really be something someday." or some such...
as in this little trickle will be so persistent that someday it'll be a canyon, such that people will marvel. such=10 points, right?
persistent. like a fucking mosquito until you make it clear by neutralizing with bug spray, or final by entrapment betwixt skin and slapping skin. otherwise it gets what it wants.
off point a bit. what i want to say is that with each victory, we should push back to regain ground lost or plant a flag in new territory. holding the line does not serve progress.
i quit this keyboard. you're welcome. perhaps pep talks are all i'm good for...
not only am i hobbled by broken bones, i'm also lazy. but as generous as i can be (that was a preposition employed much like a german verb, sorry mr churchill). so i merely exhort. and fund the effort, if only as meagerly as i am mobile.