Thursday, May 21, 2015


I am increasingly tolerant of the intolerant and intolerant of the
tolerant who I guess are in-denial and cover it up. This is not a
play on words. The intolerant are revealing—OMG I say, slapping
my forehead in recognition. Yes, it’s true.  An  enemy is as good
as a Buddha. .

The tolerant are a piece of cake as it were, glass of lemonade..
wispy gray hair pulled into a bun under a straw hat:  generous
quaker-blue eyes & manner of speaking. Kind  At home in the
universe. In tune.  No problem. “God’s in his heaven and all’s

right with the world.”   Let us come together right down here. 

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