what are you bitchin about? you are in las vegas

always wanted to show you the mojove at night on the lake with the woman all sunburned and the boat tied up secure and lots o beer and did i say ladies of course in swimmin attire and the water is clear warm as bath at all hours of the night.

keep an eye on the buzzards they wait for ya to dehydrate and keel over, you bet, the vultures are always awake and flying high above ya.

and the striper fishing.

ah the striper fishin. just cast into the swarming school of scattering baitfish as the big bass herd the bait into the coves and then into shallow water and then they literally jump out of the water to escape onto the hot sandy beaches. just a little moment in vegas for the upper echelon of ddrift. maybe drive up to st. geo to see the possible new las vegas area branch office of deaddrift southwest. did you get the pictures i sent? doesn’t this look like a good place to hold and house and entertain the dd first annual banquet and awards ceremonies and festivities? did ya see the size of the houseboats all air conditioned and several full kitchens and several bathrooms each? fat marty was on the top deck of his when i first met him. third deck ballroom on a houseboat. with 3 ceiling fans spinning the warm night and champange bubbles in my head. and the first thing he said to me was, “what are you bitchin about? you are in las vegas!”

did i tell ya about the submerged grand canyons all about on full moon nights and a huge boat pulls into the cove, big enought to be a great lakes cruiser and on the bow is a deck and on the deck is a rock and roll band and they anchor about sundown and start to play about 11 pm and then it gets amazing with coyotes howling and people on shore shooting fireworks out into the cove? and the stars and stars and stars and mojhave stars forever stars and warm water and 5 in the morning drunk ya can walk right out into the backed up colorado with no shivers. none. just engulfing warmth of the sun held in the lake mead days into nights. wouldn”t ya look good strollin down to the boat, with a beer in yer hand? that is the dock we tie the boat too. oh yeah. these shots are all the marina front yard.

did ya get my last transmission called pearls before swine? i caught yer drift about singin to the choir so i am doing a solo. again. the choir needs reawakening at the home stretch. complacency is the revolutionary’s greatesy enemy. ya can quote me on that one jack. i got a million of em. so the content is comin. if too much. i will cease and desist. but the new wrinkle of the new dairy needs to go up and some other coalition building i am trying to do to bring together in one place. i have my ways of getting coverage. we need the power of coalition to win now. power brokering is my business so i know these things and time for us to listen up.

we need all the coon hounds around the governors tree. all baying {sorry couldn’t resist.} and keeping him up the tree till the dogs are pulled down and put in their kennels. the other night on a pbs nebr. show on one of the canidates for something or other, a lady stood up in the question and answer and took over the place with her insistance to talk about cafo hell. one of our warriors i bet.

i know the main players now and they are listening. now we give em the songs. switch off the muzak and go for the gov. and his dairy inititive team. here is a new deal just between us not ready for publish or further dd

i am learning the tools so we can do this full time with assistants and a water cooler and an office philodendren that needs watering and a smart ass secretary that wont do what i say when i say. and trash cans overflowing with pizza boxes and 24 packs of pepsi and no cash flow and no hot water in the office mens john so when ya are hung over ya gotta go into the ladies to wash your face and look into the greasy mirror smudged with 11 kinds of lipstick and see the years of ddrift toil in the lines in your face the puffy eyelids from a weekend of abuse in vegas and sunburned nose peeling in nose sheets ya can peel for a foot or more off, and you will think to yourself. i should have got electronforge.com before wayne did. that bastard. everything would have been different. things would have been easier, simpler, more futuristic and shiney and well molded and sleek did i say sleek? your call the clock is ticking. the dot com clock is tick tick tickin away as you read this. no lag time. no note from your momma. when i go back to my real life. jeez. i had the real world. i gave it back.

the point is here ya go starten another fire storm back here. at least i am out here workin the crowd lookin for hideouts to fish and play till this all blows over.

that is what editor's are for. also i have been informed that a house in the netherlands rents for 150 american a month. hmmmmmmm

but now i am off track completely and late night rambling. hopefully you are long in bed. but somebody has to work the late shift and watch your back while you concentrate on the forge work. a look out as it were. or like i am. or like i was.

what was i saying?

oh yeah a fire storm of shit and travail and innuendo and enmity and a bit more travail some breast beating and some out and out running around naked yelling all the way home and then maybe just a touch more travail and then just heavy breathing and of course the ever favorite just plain muttering obscenities under the breathe.

oh yeah. some serious consternation. some immediate rural agitation. and i don't think they see it comin.

ready eddy?

yer patient and indulgent editor at large, not real large, just large enough to get the job done. no braggin just truth. why would i lie?

ps my real job is to entertain you while you work in the galleys. says in contract.

check it just to satisfy yerself. but it is there. rest assured it is there and ya signed it.