Kopp Disclosure
(John 3:19-21)
@#$%
Walking Kopper well over two hours ago, which is early enough to guarantee neighbors don't catch him pooping on their lawns, I felt reborn with fresh air in my lungs and leftover Gold Coast Blend from Starbucks in my free hand - kinda like HRC must feel today.
Sheeeeee's baaaaaack!!!!!!
Check the numbers.
If you figure 'em out, you win the prize which I'm offering to the anal in the next section.
With resurrecting/unprecedented/spectacular/inspiring/comeback-player-of-the-century semi-triumphs (count the delegates) in Ohio (Don't they always get to the big show and then...?), Rhode Island (That's like finishing 11th in the Big Ten!), maybe Texas (GWB!), but not Vermont (The saps!), Mary and James Carville have dusted off the old Elton John song which has gotta be the reincarnating mantra of the HRC road back to the White House.
If angry white men are responsible for global warming, Barry Bonds, and $4 a gallon, the polling stats of her greatest support prove angry white women may get the nomination and then get blown away in November (see KD(I) for the early results).
@#$%
Including the real CEO of our family of faith at First and at least two covenant brothers, I can be as anal as anybody when it comes to administrative stuff; especially when it comes to punctuation, spelling, and the format of my written, uh, utterances; though my grammatical style reflects Vonnegut or Dali more than MLA, Gregg, Turabian, and White.
So if you caught the spelling miscue in KD (II) which prompted this premature edition of KD or catch any in forthcoming editions, just send your name and address to me for a prize: Golf in the Real Kingdom, my second favorite book, which was marketed so poorly yet could still catch on if my publisher would sell it to someone with some creativity.
If you don't want it, I'll send a copy of The Return of the Mainline from the Sideline which will be published immediately after the Rapture.
@#$%
I've been thinking a lot about Harold.
He remains among the three best associate pastors in over three decades of my occasional corporate ministry.
Of course, we, uh, stole him from the AGers because, at the time, we couldn't find a PCUSAer who believed in Jesus and had a decent work ethic.
My, oh my, how times haven't changed.
Anyway, he often said, "The most dangerous people in the church and society are the ones without shame."
Getting back to HRC, listening to her question the veracity of JM, BHO, or even ML, PJ, and the rest of hubby's harem is like Hilton yelling at Spears, "Ho!"
@#$%
Gotta go.
I've got something in my eye.
@#$%
Blessings and Love!
(John 3:19-21)
@#$%
Walking Kopper well over two hours ago, which is early enough to guarantee neighbors don't catch him pooping on their lawns, I felt reborn with fresh air in my lungs and leftover Gold Coast Blend from Starbucks in my free hand - kinda like HRC must feel today.
Sheeeeee's baaaaaack!!!!!!
Check the numbers.
If you figure 'em out, you win the prize which I'm offering to the anal in the next section.
With resurrecting/unprecedented/spectacular/inspiring/comeback-player-of-the-century semi-triumphs (count the delegates) in Ohio (Don't they always get to the big show and then...?), Rhode Island (That's like finishing 11th in the Big Ten!), maybe Texas (GWB!), but not Vermont (The saps!), Mary and James Carville have dusted off the old Elton John song which has gotta be the reincarnating mantra of the HRC road back to the White House.
If angry white men are responsible for global warming, Barry Bonds, and $4 a gallon, the polling stats of her greatest support prove angry white women may get the nomination and then get blown away in November (see KD(I) for the early results).
@#$%
Including the real CEO of our family of faith at First and at least two covenant brothers, I can be as anal as anybody when it comes to administrative stuff; especially when it comes to punctuation, spelling, and the format of my written, uh, utterances; though my grammatical style reflects Vonnegut or Dali more than MLA, Gregg, Turabian, and White.
So if you caught the spelling miscue in KD (II) which prompted this premature edition of KD or catch any in forthcoming editions, just send your name and address to me for a prize: Golf in the Real Kingdom, my second favorite book, which was marketed so poorly yet could still catch on if my publisher would sell it to someone with some creativity.
If you don't want it, I'll send a copy of The Return of the Mainline from the Sideline which will be published immediately after the Rapture.
@#$%
I've been thinking a lot about Harold.
He remains among the three best associate pastors in over three decades of my occasional corporate ministry.
Of course, we, uh, stole him from the AGers because, at the time, we couldn't find a PCUSAer who believed in Jesus and had a decent work ethic.
My, oh my, how times haven't changed.
Anyway, he often said, "The most dangerous people in the church and society are the ones without shame."
Getting back to HRC, listening to her question the veracity of JM, BHO, or even ML, PJ, and the rest of hubby's harem is like Hilton yelling at Spears, "Ho!"
@#$%
Gotta go.
I've got something in my eye.
@#$%
Blessings and Love!
No comments:
Post a Comment