i love michigan. i was born here. the trees. their heighth. the heighth of the trees, so well and pleasingly. and the lakes. the lakes. i love the lakes. the great lakes are so great and pretty. land of a thousand lakes. and thousand islands. i love them and their dressing on my salad. and cars. i love cars, with the wheels and the country music on the hifi unit in the cars. i have a car here in michigan where i was born. then i governed in new england as a severe conservative. i was morbidly conservative in england of the new. oh the lakes there are not like the heighth of the trees here. and shoes.
oh beautiful and special skies. oh embers waves and trains. for purple fountains pageant trees and love of insane things. americans. americans. god praise his gays on me. and found thy hood which brother would on sea through blinding sea...
it's its own kind of poetry, really. but how ironic that he's the only white man on the planet who could actually be characterized as some kind of fucked up uncle tom.
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I want to go back I want to go back to that old farm.
All too literal: One of my daughter's besties has family way up on the right hand side of the mitten. North of Rogers City. Anyway, she's been going there with said friend in the summers for the last couple of years and it's just freaking gorgeous. Me, I like New England, but especially if I can be on a small island with trees and ponds and beach and bike paths and Barry and Michelle and Bo. Then it doesn't feel so conservative. Provincetown is pretty fun too -- I always remember many years ago running into a street performer wearing a full size lobster suit singing out: "I Am LOBSTER, KING of the CRUSTACEANS." with his costume claws on his hips, arms akimbo. That is my kind of conservatism. It's 52 here today and sunny. The pups love it but they chew up the soft garden with running, so I have to take them to the park until like, May.
By the way, have I mentioned that I love The Voice? Cheesy and wonderful at the same time. I didn't even know who Blake Shelton was and now I love him a little. The format after the initial rounds is weird, but these are real singers. It's awesome.
Ah yes, uncle tom - didn't we baptize him a year or so ago? Or maybe we married him. I don't know. Doesn't matter because I'm not really concerned about the very poor. They have a safety net and his name is rick santorum. He'll catch you safely. Then throw you under a bus somewhere. Hopefully in michigan. Because don't they make busses here in Michigan? And I hope you'll keep thinking I'm awesome because my wife thinks I'm awesome and so does Barbara Bush. And we all like Barbara Bush, don't we?
The great thing about the United States of America and being rich in these United States of America is that you can live and work and create a history in each and every state and then the people of that state think you are from there and then they think they're all voting for a hometown boy and honestly someone told me this was a good idea, and it's been fun what with the dog strapped to the top of the car and all. I love it. God bless America and I do mean the same god as you, Rick Santorum, the same Christian God that hates everyone who has a vagina or tan skin. Yeehaw.
If you guys all want to watch the Oscars with me here tomorrow night, I'll sign in and wait for you to snicker. Red Carpet at 7 ET?
You're early! I'm upstairs.
Earth to Rooney Mara, just play along.
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