Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Two Wrongs Don't Make a Right but Uglies Can Become Beautiful


No. Two wrongs can't make a right, but uglies can make for beauty, except in the case of the Clintons which generally proves if you take two halves of two uglies, you only get another ugly.

Last week William Jackass Clinton came to town, to campaign for the witch that pulls his puppet strings. That was really ugly. Then he left. That was beautiful.

Now, the dog above is ugly. The doggie bowel is also ugly. But, the statement he is inadvertently making; BEAUTIFUL.

It's November and we haven't even had a killing frost here yet, to knock back the insect activity. That's ugly. But, this afternoon the Divine Miss N and I toured around the lower mountains near Chimney Rock, and found that the autumn leaf colors, which usually would be gone by now, were still in full abound. That was beautiful, and so is she.

If you leave out the Clintons, which are ugly; and insects, which are ugly, and politics, which are ugly, life is good, and beautiful.


Miss N and I forgot to take the digi-cam with us this afternoon, so here's an autumn cuteness shot to make up for lost leaf beauty.




Posted by Dread who needs to relocate the justice for the alphabet.

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