Ode to Kate Marie
I had the audacity, temerity and sheer gall to write a blog critical of Saint Cindy Sheehan.
I noted that some of the comments were removed, probably for reasons of profanity, but one anon comment remained. I was all set to respond, but I saw that the inimitible Kate Marie beat me to the punch. Easily reminded me of a Dylan song, made famous by the Band, Up On Cripple Creek, the chorus of which is as follows:
Up on cripple creek
she sends me
If I spring a leak
she mends me
I don’t have to speak
she defends me
A drunkard’s dream
if I ever did see one.
I will only say this to anon. You talk about "people like (me)". Well, as Kate Marie and Wonderdog can attest, there ARE NO PEOPLE LIKE ME.
I noted that some of the comments were removed, probably for reasons of profanity, but one anon comment remained. I was all set to respond, but I saw that the inimitible Kate Marie beat me to the punch. Easily reminded me of a Dylan song, made famous by the Band, Up On Cripple Creek, the chorus of which is as follows:
Up on cripple creek
she sends me
If I spring a leak
she mends me
I don’t have to speak
she defends me
A drunkard’s dream
if I ever did see one.
I will only say this to anon. You talk about "people like (me)". Well, as Kate Marie and Wonderdog can attest, there ARE NO PEOPLE LIKE ME.
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4 Comments:
There are no people like you. You said it, brother.
And thanks for the ode. :)
By the way, the other comments were removed because they were advertising. What's up with that? We seem to be getting a lot of that lately.
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What is with this comment spam (advertising) that we're getting all of a sudden?
Blogger's efforts at reducing comment spam are obviously not enough.
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