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.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

BUI the Evening Edition

In a late breaking thought, I just had to do a second post today. You know how Islamokazies are all beefed up over being rewarded with seventy two, or a thousand, or whatever, number of virgins in their afterlife, all for being insane enough to blow themselves up while killing innocent people? Well, I actually hope that it's true, and that is exactly what they each get. WITH, the understanding of course, that every one of those virgins looks and thinks and acts just like...oh...say...BETTY FRIEDAN?

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