Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for September 03, 2017

Huh. This time I’m hearing a birdie twittering before I let go of the hoof.

Perhaps brain damage is cumulative.

PC is the whipping boy of the Reich Wing. They use it like a voodoo doll to shake to scare their listeners into being against it. How can being polite be so bad? Ask people like Hal Lindsay for one. He speaks of it like it is secret code.

I was recently talking with a RN, and she told me certain key words stand out when they search for them. An example was the word Mercy..

Run but can’t hide.

See ya at the Horse Track..

Here is one for the censorship. Gone go downtown, gone see the ground, on the merry go round!

What sort of crack is that, deer?

Folks get offended, blow off steam in letters to editors and representatives, remain hard-set in their views, but otherwise continue their lives as usual. This is how the folks in power like it, so long as the contributions and the votes continue to be tabulated. This latest atmosphere of rancor, courtesy Messrs. Rove and Gingrich.

Ain’t that the truth!

That Freudian image is very offensive.

Don’t look a gift hoof in the mouse, owl.

I am here, and then I am gone. I am the fictional thing living deep in the pits of your psyche. Why? Well, where else do they have Frog Applause? May as well ask why crocs live in water.

But where was I? Oh, yes… scraping people from my hooves with the help of a friendly owl. The owls are symbiotic, like the bacteria in lichen. They eat the rodents underfoot.

Sure, I’m just making things up, but that has never stopped me.

Big Brother does not censor. Big Brother encourages rightthink. Big Brother never lies, but sometimes for the Common Good one must say that which is not so: we thank the Ministry of Truth. Big Brother does not say you are bad, though you may be ungood (even as far as double-plus ungood). I sense thoughtcrime here. Room 101 beckons those who do not love Big Brother.

If you think you know who Big Brother is, you are wrong.

For the record, I do not have a little brother, either.

I never met an anarchist I trusted. That’s why, with my colleague, I founded the Constitutional Anarchy Party.

It’s about time to have your shoes switched out..