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In article ,
"Edward Dolan" writes:

I thought Ed Dolan was a lonely old coot posting to Usenet for lack of
other amusement.

That's just his schtick.

Ed's a satirist, and pretty good at it, too.

Satirists shoot high and aim low. And true
satire is a trap: ("Step into my parlour"
said the spider to the fly.)

People's impulsive, knee-jerk responses to Ed's
ridiculous statements are more ridiculous than Ed's
ridiculous statements. Tempests within teapots.

People who get upset about Ed should get a life,
or at least think about what motivates them, and
what's most worthy of their consideration. And
maybe stop taking themselves so seriously.

We all tend to take ourselves too seriously.
It doesn't hurt to be reminded of that.
I rather appreciate it, myself.

Tom Keats, a working man from the docks of Old Vancouver, is the only one
who has got me figured out to perfection. He is an Eric Hoffer in disguise.

I'm not Eric Hoffer and I'm not anybody in disguise.
I'm just a new soul. I'm not anbody but a humble
Vancouver East-Ender. The Gasoline Alley where I come from.

But thank you very much for the linkage to, and recommendation
of Eric Hoffer.

"The True Believer" is a masterpiece. It made a huge impression upon me when
I was young and full of beans. I recommend it to Tom Keats. He and Eric
Hoffer are kindred spirits.

I don't have any kindred spirits, and I don't
want any. Neither do you. You know how it is.
Eric Hoffer probably didn't, either.

Now I've gotta figure out how to make Chicken Kiev
using canned peach slices & heavy syrup instead of
that extremely treyf, hi-cholesterol butter thing.

Maybe replace the chicken with pheasant,
but keep the peaches & syrup.


klahowya,
Tom

--
Nothing is safe from me.
I'm really at:
tkeats curlicue vcn dot bc dot ca

"Tom Keats" wrote in message
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In article ,
"Edward Dolan" writes:
[...]
Tom Keats, a working man from the docks of Old Vancouver, is the only one
who has got me figured out to perfection. He is an Eric Hoffer in
disguise.

I'm not Eric Hoffer and I'm not anybody in disguise.
I'm just a new soul. I'm not anbody but a humble
Vancouver East-Ender. The Gasoline Alley where I come from.

I am into making generalizations and type casting folks. It is what I do
best. Of course, we all like to think of ourselves as individuals, but we
are about as individual as peas in a pod.

But thank you very much for the linkage to, and recommendation
of Eric Hoffer.

"The True Believer" is a masterpiece. It made a huge impression upon me
when
I was young and full of beans. I recommend it to Tom Keats. He and Eric
Hoffer are kindred spirits.

I don't have any kindred spirits, and I don't
want any. Neither do you. You know how it is.
Eric Hoffer probably didn't, either.

One thing is for sure, neither you nor I are true believers. But it is good
to know what they are like even so. Eric Hoffer will tell you.
[...]

Regards,

Ed Dolan the Great - Minnesota
aka
Saint Edward the Great - Order of the Perpetual Sorrows - Minnesota

In article ,
"Edward Dolan" writes:

"Tom Keats" wrote in message
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In article ,
"Edward Dolan" writes:
[...]
Tom Keats, a working man from the docks of Old Vancouver, is the only one
who has got me figured out to perfection. He is an Eric Hoffer in
disguise.

I'm not Eric Hoffer and I'm not anybody in disguise.
I'm just a new soul. I'm not anbody but a humble
Vancouver East-Ender. The Gasoline Alley where I come from.

I am into making generalizations and type casting folks. It is what I do
best. Of course, we all like to think of ourselves as individuals, but we
^^
are about as individual as peas in a pod.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

I've learned that, too.

Oh Gawd, we're /both/ getting old!

And desperately grasping at the straws of
Peter Panisms doesn't work!

Arrgghhhhh!!!! I'm gonna drown in sumpthin' or other!!




But not yet.

Same for yerself.

Let's go blow up some ugly street art, and then
stop in at some Portuguese tapas place. Maybe
jokingly hit on the proprietor's daughter.
Until Chef Boy-Ar-Dee comes running outa the
kitchen at us like a doberman pinscher, wielding
a cleaver over his head, and yelling: "I keel you!
I keel you!"


cheers,
Tom
--
Nothing is safe from me.
I'm really at:
tkeats curlicue vcn dot bc dot ca

"Tom Keats" wrote in message
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[...]
Let's go blow up some ugly street art, and then
stop in at some Portuguese tapas place. Maybe
jokingly hit on the proprietor's daughter.
Until Chef Boy-Ar-Dee comes running outa the
kitchen at us like a doberman pinscher, wielding
a cleaver over his head, and yelling: "I keel you!
I keel you!"

I am done with life. It why I don't care about anything anymore. I am not
depressed, just realistic. All I think about lately are funerals, hearses,
tombstones and cemeteries. The only thing that cheers me up is thinking
about what song I want sung at my final exit. I am leaning toward "La
Golondrina." What do you think?

I want a sad song even though I know that life will go on without me. Tom
Sherman will continue to write verbose accounts of the aerodynamic
advantages of recumbents over uprights even though I won't be here to
comment on them. I only regret that JimmyMac will have to find someone else
to stalk after I am gone. Truth to tell, he will never find anyone as Great
as Me to stalk.

This is the best epitaph I have ever been able to discover. What do you
think?

"Once I wasn't, then I was, now I ain't again."

- Epitaph found on tombstone in Ohio graveyard


Regards,

Ed Dolan the Great - Minnesota
aka
Saint Edward the Great - Order of the Perpetual Sorrows - Minnesota

Edward Dolan wrote:
"Tom Keats" wrote in message
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[...]
Let's go blow up some ugly street art, and then
stop in at some Portuguese tapas place. Maybe
jokingly hit on the proprietor's daughter.
Until Chef Boy-Ar-Dee comes running outa the
kitchen at us like a doberman pinscher, wielding
a cleaver over his head, and yelling: "I keel you!
I keel you!"

I am done with life. It why I don't care about anything anymore. I am not
depressed, just realistic. All I think about lately are funerals, hearses,
tombstones and cemeteries. The only thing that cheers me up is thinking
about what song I want sung at my final exit. I am leaning toward "La
Golondrina." What do you think?...


I want one of those fancy garbage bags with the built in tie strap. Then
they can send me he http://oldweb.nationalby-products.com/.

Maybe I too can end up as chicken.

--
Tom Sherman - Holstein-Friesland Bovinia
“Mary had a little lamb / And when she saw it sicken /
She shipped it off to Packingtown / And now it’s labeled chicken.”

In article ,
"Edward Dolan" writes:

I want a sad song even though I know that life will go on without me.

I recommend the full, unabridged version of "The Streets of Laredo."

....

This is the best epitaph I have ever been able to discover. What do you
think?

"Once I wasn't, then I was, now I ain't again."

There is a line in King Krimson's "Hall of the Crimson King"
which says: "Confusion shall be my epitaph."

I like the idea of a one-word, short-&-sweet epitaph. It doesn't
necessarily have to be "Confusion." It could well be "Married,"
"Overworked," "Misunderstood," "Unlucky," or "Landlubber."

My father told me about how life is energy, and energy
can be neither created nor destroyed. It's just converted
into tornadoes or AA flashlight cells.


cheers,
Tom

--
Nothing is safe from me.
I'm really at:
tkeats curlicue vcn dot bc dot ca

"Tom Keats" wrote in message
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In article ,
"Edward Dolan" writes:

I want a sad song even though I know that life will go on without me.

I recommend the full, unabridged version of "The Streets of Laredo."

That is one of my favorite Western songs, but it has too much of a story
line to it.

This is the best epitaph I have ever been able to discover. What do you
think?

"Once I wasn't, then I was, now I ain't again."

There is a line in King Krimson's "Hall of the Crimson King"
which says: "Confusion shall be my epitaph."

Death and Oblivion is no time for philosophy; it is a time for simple truth
only.

I like the idea of a one-word, short-&-sweet epitaph. It doesn't
necessarily have to be "Confusion." It could well be "Married,"
"Overworked," "Misunderstood," "Unlucky," or "Landlubber."

"Misunderstood" is good! I am sure it applies to everyone who has ever
lived.

My father told me about how life is energy, and energy
can be neither created nor destroyed. It's just converted
into tornadoes or AA flashlight cells.

All my get up and go has got up and gone.

Regards,

Ed Dolan the Great - Minnesota
aka
Saint Edward the Great - Order of the Perpetual Sorrows - Minnesota

"Tom Sherman" wrote in message
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Edward Dolan wrote:
"Tom Keats" wrote in message
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[...]
Let's go blow up some ugly street art, and then
stop in at some Portuguese tapas place. Maybe
jokingly hit on the proprietor's daughter.
Until Chef Boy-Ar-Dee comes running outa the
kitchen at us like a doberman pinscher, wielding
a cleaver over his head, and yelling: "I keel you!
I keel you!"

I am done with life. It why I don't care about anything anymore. I am not
depressed, just realistic. All I think about lately are funerals,
hearses, tombstones and cemeteries. The only thing that cheers me up is
thinking about what song I want sung at my final exit. I am leaning
toward "La Golondrina." What do you think?...


I want one of those fancy garbage bags with the built in tie strap. Then
they can send me he http://oldweb.nationalby-products.com/.

Maybe I too can end up as chicken.

Shades of "Soylent Green"!

Regards,

Ed Dolan the Great - Minnesota
aka
Saint Edward the Great - Order of the Perpetual Sorrows - Minnesota

"Edward Dolan" wrote in message
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This is the best epitaph I have ever been able to discover. What do you
think?

"Once I wasn't, then I was, now I ain't again."

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What I understood to be George Carlin's preferred epitaph:

"Where did he go? He was here a minute ago"'

"Wilson" wrote in message
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"Edward Dolan" wrote in message
news:1LydnconF4SUBhDVnZ2dnUVZ_jOdnZ2d@prairiewave. com...
snip

This is the best epitaph I have ever been able to discover. What do you
think?

"Once I wasn't, then I was, now I ain't again."

snip

What I understood to be George Carlin's preferred epitaph:

"Where did he go? He was here a minute ago"'

That is a good one too, but I want something that rings of the 19th century.
You hardly ever see epitaphs on tombstones anymore. It has become a lost
art.

Regards,

Ed Dolan the Great - Minnesota
aka
Saint Edward the Great - Order of the Perpetual Sorrows - Minnesota