America! Halloween! O!

America!

Halloween!

Barack Obama is the President and I don’t like him.

Little girl running around my neighborhood dressed like a hoodlum. Halloween! Face paint. Dressed like a devil. Thinks she’s funny. Raising Ruckus! What’s so funny about devils, little girl? Devils live in Hell.

That mother of hers isn’t much better. Ha! If she even is the mother! Mother! Could be an older friend dressed up like a mother - in disguise - to get more candy, like the President is disguised!

Obama sounds nice but he’s mean inside.

Bad mother!

Mothers these days.

Took sneaky picture of demon girl with cell phone. Put on Internet. The sneaky Internet.

But that won’t teach anyone anything ever forever. Just another picture in sea of pictures.

Political speech. The freedom of political speech. Speaking things. That’s nice.

Guns say louder things.

Tort reform.

What’s that?

I don’t know.

Sounds good to me.

Me too.

Lets’ reform it.

But I did meet a pleasant postal worker the other day. She was stuffing mailboxes. I was walking. We exchanged pleasantries.

And the sky and the earth were there.

And the postal worker was thriving and glowing in the rhythm of her righteous labor, and for a moment she looked at me, and I looked at her, and we felt that we were products of the land, independent of all of man's worrisome institutions.

And indeed, even as we felt it, so it was.