I support

the nomination of someone who isn't a buffoon. While I am not known for my Republican or conservative views or banter -- namely because that isn't my "flavor", I can honestly type that Clinton and Obama have overwhelmingly shown that neither one is fit for the job. You all can stop; you got me; you are both bad picks. I got it!

I think the zinger here, apart from Obama's dubious "typical white people" and associations with "Klandestine" rhetoric denouncing Jews, Whites, Catholics and government conspiracies, is Obama's last ditch effort to get the "disenfranchised" vote. So, who is served by voting without IDs? I would venture to guess those ill-suited to vote.

About Clinton, what can I type? She was crooked before they got to the White House, revealed plainly years five and six. Their policy of corruption was deep and intrinsic. There's no way I would vote for her, but ...

I appreciate both Hillary and Barrack coming to the state and my town to speak to folks. We haven't had a thing like this for a long, long time. We are generally a fly-by state.

Thanks for coming, but ... you still don't get my vote.

AT&T Go phone

Well, I suggest go home. "Paradise By the Dashboard Lights" being sung father to son with phone applicable lyrics. Whoa, I can't believe you went to that! "I will love you 'til the end of time" included. I suppose there will be a Snickers, commercial about eating chocolate bars by the dashboard lights next.

Enough with the gay stuff, please!

Into a blank stare

Diabetes ... I don't want it. My family has a history of it. I saw the paleness, the blankness of eyes ... hardly a thought coming into focus. Cripes, that's gotta be scary! I am thinking now that although I had a short walk, I didn't do nearly enough, so I will either walk tonight or draw or work on something.

It still haunts me ... the eyes: unfocused on anything, moving but no dilation and behind them a mind burning with no desires, cares, or wonders, only confusion and a dream to sleep. Zombies are so cast.

I'd need an ID?

Well, thankfully the Supreme Court upheld that Indiana isn't being unfair by requiring state-issued IDs for voting. What's the hardship ... oh, that's right, being able to get a free one. Yep, that's tough. Well Obama, Bahamas, group failed on this one. That's one more vote he won't be getting.

I think there are many who will cry themselves to sleep knowing that people will actually have to show ID to vote. Darn ... just marking "X" isn't good enough anymore? Are you John Doe? "Grunt." Is that grunt a yes or a no?

more travel by the while

After walking for so many miles, I have become sunburned and muddied. I also bear the scars of thickets. Ah, the cost of walking the less beaten trail.
Haary Baals Drive in Fort Wayne, Johnny Appleseed Camp facing Coliseum Blvd. The bushes are lovely.
Dam long walk on some days.
A short bridge to soccer fields. This is Shoaff Park in Fort Wayne. Sadly, the locals in the area were discharging weapons in their yard.
This is on the North end of Shoaff Golf Course. This pond hosted many geese, none of whom liked me being there.
Metal, rusted, ladder down. I had to hold the hand rail for I couldn't see the individual steps for the brown mud, leaves and rust.
Higher ground, but not morally. This is a high spot overlooking St. Joseph River
The depth here you can't see well. It was an edge to the bank. It fell about 12 feet forward into the river and about 12 feet down. I won't bother going into the math to find the hypotenuse of the right triangle.
I found a lone, mostly hidden face in a birdhouse. "You can't see me", I believe is the message I was to get.
In Shoaff Park, I took the uncleared river path that was narrow, steep, full of thickets. Here is an example.
What I don't have is a clear picture of reeds that appear to be "bamboo" that I listed as straw in an earlier post, as runoff material likely from fields. Bamboo from Indiana? Who knew?
Pink and lovely now will burst forth into white-pink blossoms, then stay green until fall.
Ah, a human-made shanty lean-to. I wonder how many squatters reside there?
St. Joseph River at the bank. I later saw two speedboats with riders.
I nearly didn't leave, for as you can see my shoes sank like quicksand into the mud.
small pond at Shoaff Park that meets the pavilion and the lot linking to the children's playsets.
an old school that is closed but seemed to be used as an art studio by someone
it is on 100 N. near Ossian, IN
Tinman in Ossian ... OK, he is a sheet metal man for an AC business, but still odd.
old fugal grwoth in Fogwell Forest, IN part of Acres Land Trust
peel apart tree, not a banana, in Fogwell Forest
along a scant trail from Fogwell Forest to a private residence of horse owners, this anthill was 24-30 inches wide
Fogwell Forest is green and alive, but mostly quiet when I went. The mosquitoes were not pestering me ...
yet.

OUT

I got out some aggression. I have a bit more. While my more tangible demon is out, there is still the fire left behind -- stress and curious wonder with the destruction it left behind. The "thing" I mentioned in F' Off is still a problem, though not as "close". I'm not sure that I need to kill it, I just wish it would fade away -- dying from Earth and memory.