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Re:posting under Pseudonym: Cases Course their way through Court

At the second attempt at a conviction, the Burg sent a barrow full of books and bodies.  Stymied by the case load, and put off again until summer.

We parry and poke at he the Gov’s of the day, but nary a featherless biped rises before the prosecutor and says, “NO THAT’S WRONG!”.  So now the public and prostrated populous postulate and ponder the next ploy.

To the bench I say!  Out with you all; to the dogs.  The bureaucrats have been attempting to solve a problem created by themselves now for four months.  No amount of navel gazing has produced a satisfactory solution.  One by-law strewn around like a rag doll while others are proposed and confused.

These are paper rats.  Desk jockeys who live in a flat world with no humanity or green space, sparing the odd posty note stuck to their cathode ray tube.  Even our Burgomaster seems to have a nubilous understanding of his own Burg.  His parochial vision is hazed by the fog of planners and yes-men who have never set foot outside their cubicle.  Nay shall I suggest cubicide for these as they merely forward the thoughts and desires of ignominious ignoramuses.

Go ahead; you have a sentence with two following words starting with “igno”.

Yes, I say we all traipse our tired bodies down to the local house of ill repute, City Hall, and state our cases.  Every white squib of parchment redelivered to the house from whence it came.  Be wary though, those who purport to have power are less than full of it.  Unless the want you have in mind is half of what is charged, then you are simply strewn back to the bureaucratic dogs.

No help on the third floor.  Perhaps all that glass disables one’s ability to see clearly.  It’s’a cuzin’ all the neighbors have one vision yet these denizens of the cube are blind to the geometry.  So daily and hourly we keep our wits and eyes open for the lil white car with the Commish inside.  They skulk about in innocuous vehicles so as not to raise the eyebrows of an ever watchful neighborhood. 

Soon your number will be up, will you tally or parry that number for a cuppa Jo?

Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land.

Coffee Causes Catastrophe Clearing Constellations

We wallowed yesterday as the winds whipped willows of lagging leaves.  As I flew the light fandango in “Easy Pick-up”, aka C-FGRI, the skies were clear, the air cold, and the power on!  Thoughts of letting it all go and taking a break in Tillsonburg, barren runway cleared for my struts.

I veered again eastward and pulled 90 overtop Delhi.  Could see the ice on the bay created by Long Point and the suns reflection made it appear smooth and glassy.   Stillwater not running deep.  For such a great day, traffic was light in the rock solid air.

Today’s yoyo weather gives us rain and snow later from -4 to plus 10 in 12.  As not gazing to the stars a cuzzin’ the clouds, I pondered the constellation of Cafficus Araibicus in my cranial vision.  Dark to the bare eye, but deftly hidden in the Milk Way.  At this juncture it rises slowly from the southeast around 11Pm.  Distinctive with its apparent waft above the handle.  The star Suchrus dead center in the image.

Now that you are all in accordance with the alignment of the stars, what’s in them this fair season.   No pepper for your soul today, salt and vinegar for your thoughts.  We Tandoori with the red meat, and curry ourselves to the Big Q.  Without the constellation we consternate upon visible, guidance is shy toward the fall of Pm hours. ARE YOU LOOKING YET?

In the constellation of Columbus you will find the smaller cherry-like aforementioned constellation.  Now with your head tilted back, your eyes straining, your back aching, your arms up holding the binoculars, your elbows poking the person in front of you, your shirt pulled up, your tummy cold, you stifling a fart, your mind wandering from the star-chart in your cranium, your partner still asking which way is up, your toes now chilling in the night air, all of this while you wonder what has caused you to be outside staring up looking for the coffee club? 

Recently Cafficus Araibicus has entered the house of Esspressonatta with Suchrus stronger now in the mix.  The constellations appears about a quarter the size, but hotter to start, but shorter lived.  At the point you can start to see Americanius rising from the west coast blending into the constellation.  Now from the north, along a line drawn from the zenith to the nadir, you can just start to witness Hortitcus Timonica edging upwards strongly at this juncture.

Either way the stars have it.  Java jewels in the sky cup of nectar.

Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land.

 

 

 

Regain Reagan’s Rehires at Reagan

How sweet it is that the love continues.  One lonely Air Traffic Controller falls asleep at the Yoke at Reagan International Airport with two Commercial jets on the approach.

Are these not the same people Reagan let go while on strike then rehired all anew after applying?  Ironic it happens at Ronald Reagan International.

Now the new rule is that there will be 2 controllers on the aptly named graveyard shift.  Almost a graveyard for a couple if jets full of unsuspecting flyers.  So now Ragan regains twice the depth of control sought after constraints imposed by Reagan.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5JSToyiyr8

Now Ronny had a few good liners.  The State of these United and American airlines planes could have been dire.  These birds are essentially landing on instruments and are in total belief and trust of the controllers.

Last night I purloined that link from my meta search.  It was on the first page of my search.  This morning not 8 hours later my search it's buried some 20 pages into the search for the same inventory of words.

Now the best line in this whole foisted fiasco is the last line in this clip.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRUbwnkEPqc&feature=related

While even the regal Reagan was asleep at the wheel for most of his terms in office, we knew he was not a high flyer.  In fact his wife was known to ensure that he zipped when needed to.

Ronny has his fans to this day.  4 huge turbo fans adorn this Boeing Air force one plane recently restored by said company and on display at the namesakes Presidential library.

They really Knute Rockne’d this one out of the ole Control Tower today!

Coffey by Air, Ronny by Gum

 

Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land.