And blowing it has. It is cold and windy, I feel like I'm on the plains of Montana. What's funny is that Alaska is warmer than we are. Of course there is nothing to global warming. Nothing at all. Made up boog-a-boo, according to the GOP. That Grand Old Party. What's so grand about it is how long they have kept people stupid. It's like the Catholic church. Keep them stupid or they'll think for themselves and who knows where that would lead. They might turn progressive and think we all have to work together on this space ship called earth. They might think the concept of a god is ridiculous.
Hell they might even think gays and lesbians are part of the natural order of things on this planet and want to accept them as human beings. When everybody knows God has condemned them to eternal fire for who they are--gay.
The Greeter next door is missing a wife. It's very strange over there, of course it has always been strange but now stranger than strange. A black SUV was parked there this afternoon and The Greeter came home early. It may be he is getting a fatwa out for her demise. She knows plenty too. She knows where the bombs are planted, where he gets the materials, she knows too much, which is why I planted an espalier, semi-dwarf, apple tree near the fence. I want to put as much between us and them as I can.
The Muslim brotherhood is not to be fucked with. But with an apple tree between us and them, well, it adds a bit of thickness with the redwood fence. Now there is the beginning of a barrier, the apple tree and then the lemon tree next to the fence and after that, growing on the fence is star jasmine. After the star jasmine is extra fencing to cover the cracks and loads of sphagnum moss baskets of ferns and orchids under the patio with nursery screening attached.
He may have lost his wife, but we have a barrier just in case things get crazy over there and he goes ape-shit and starts a killing spree of bombs for the burka babes. We are ready. We are prepared with egg laying chickens, a newly planted crop of garlic, onions, beets and now apples.
So let the wind blow. Let it howl so as to cover up the shrill cries of The Greeter's wife when she is captured and beheaded in the backyard for leaving. We can't hear a thing over here.
Personally, I don't blame her, being mounted by The Greeter would put me off my feed for more than a week. He is one ugly Muslim Holy Warrior.
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