Clean Break, Part 3

Clean Break?
It has to do with an Israel Palestine policy they called "Land for Peace." As the Israeli Army captured Palestinian lands (like Gaza, the Golan Heights, West Jerusalem), the Israeli diplomats would then negotiate peace treaties with the Palestinians based on their dealing them back certain lands in exchange for promises to allow Israel to remain a sovereign state. The Clean Break idea comes from the 90s when Israel decided to make "a clean break" with the Land for Peace way of dealing with the rightful owners to all of that area, the Palestinians. Yes, I know, the Palestinians are lower than dogs not only to the Israelis but also to the rest of the Arab world, especially Jordan and Saudi Arabia.

So there ya go. And I'm making a clean break from "clean break" posting with this post.

The post. I know there are military posts. I know the New York Post. And of course the United States Post Office, or United States Postal Service as they call themselves now that they are a private company, well, that is they are partially private, semi-private, whatever the hell they call it. Of course, too, as a partially privatized corporation they are losing millions a year and the cost of mailing a post keeps going up two and three cents at a time, right now standing on the brink of going to over 40 cents a one-ounce letter. You post your letter in the letter box, as Sir Bobbie Burns called it in The Ball at Ballynoor--"Where my wife and your wife were doin' it on the floor...." If you recall, in The Ball at Ballynoor, "The letter carrier he was there, the poor man had the pox, he couldn't do the lassies so he did the letter box."

Ah posting! To post. To dig post holes. To postulate. Which I am certainly doing in these POSTS, over 300 now! Praise the Lard! The post horn hath sounded and I take me breeches from the bedpost and posts meself on me post.

Basketball centers play on the post. They post up.

When I was a kid, I lots of times jumped fences and went on posted properties to steal things, like ripe watermelons or some papershell pecans. I was, I could say, a post-operative. The time was post-WWII. Poste, a relay station. You can turn a relay station into a trading post. You know, build such a post right by the corral where you keep the post horses.

You know how to post on a horse? "To rise from a saddle and return to it in rhythm with a horse's trot." You can tie your post horn to the saddle post. We'll post notice of the stage between one post and the next one. We'll ride the stage from one post to another on a stage coach. We travel post haste on a stage coach, especially if it's a post chaise.

But then everything's post hoc anyway.

The Daily Growler poster boy.

Today's Noose
The Ten Commandments Of The Postmodern

V. Remember the days of the past in thine own fashion and according to thine own textual need.

IX. Thou shalt not condemn the use of multinational capital to virtualize everything--thy neighbor's house, wife, manservant, maidservant, ox, ass, anything.

from wood s lot

Apology
I must apologize to the Dixie Chicks. They were pretty much trounced for Natalie's statement made in London about her being ashamed that G.W. Bush was from Texas. They apologized in a way but still they were ruined by the corrupt rightwing owners of the one or two companies that own most of the radio stations in this country and they also own the tour booking rights for some of these groups, so when they boycott your ass you're pretty much finished, which the Chicks were, going from the hottest girl group in the world to a truck-hauling, hustling, desperate band trying to save its ass from annihilation. The poor old Chicks--hey, they're mothers, too; seven children between all the "married" Chicks, two sets of twins brought on by infertility drugs. Why these ladies are living examples of every hillbilly gal's dream all across the hogback that is Hillbilly Heaven in this country. The lead singer for the Chicks, however, is not a hillbilly. She's a Caprock girl, a Panhandle girl, coming from Lubbock, Texas, country as hell, yes, but up on the high plains in irrigation land, cotton and cattle and Jimmy Dean Pure Pork Sausages (Jimmy's from Plainview, up there, too). My first wife was from Lubbock, Texas. Buddy Holly was from Lubbock. So was Mac Davis; remember him? I stole my wife from him. The Crickets were from Lubbock.

The Lubbock Hubbers for years were one of the best teams ever in the old West Texas-New Mexico Class D minor league baseball league. And baseball season is almost upon us, Praise the Lard!! This is sounding like a Post Script.

But I was a little hard on the Dixie Chicks in my after-the-Grammies post. I just never really listened to them. I listened to them this morning and by God they are good. Natalie can sing; a hell of a good voice; a strong voice, but, pure nasal in its Texas folk leanings--not hillbilly as much as cowgirl--yeah, the lead singer for the Chicks is a cowgirl--a barrel rider! I wonder.

Respect to the Dixie Chicks now that they're back on top in the pleasurable world of hillbilly trailer camp (post) trash--they're really too clean to be hillbillies. I think the girls are maybe too "cultured" to be hillbillies.

thegrowlingwolf
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