Crumby's Telescope Tomfoolery Multiple Star Notes

Whoa! Red is aggravated. First I need to append Red's spell. That dang Hope has been spending so much time fussing about Ray, our presumptive sun god, that Red has been watching too much TV.
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Whores of Babylon

For the first time ever, I heard it last night on the TV, a Republican Whore of Babylon, spelled that Ho Chi Minh wasn’t out to conquer us. That’s refreshing, because the Whores always spelled, when Uncle Ho was alive, that Vietnam was just the first domino, and the last domino would be us and Uncle Ho would be our president, maybe, tickling my mama's anus with his beard. I guess maybe now they are telling the truth about Uncle Ho, sort of f****** maybe. But when Uncle Ho was alive, he was gonna get my mama, they spelled.

Then on the TV, yet another Whore of Babylon, one with excessively greasy well-worn orifices, it’s those petroleum extracts she has going for herself baby, our own Texas senatress, spelled that we fight them there, so that we won’t fight them here. Forgetting to mention that to fight them there, is lots harder than fighting them here, because there, they are, and they are not here,(or they’re not supposed to be here anyway). They aren’t here because we are giving them something to do over there, no f****** maybe about that, maybe. But if they didn’t have something to do over there, they’d be over here, and My Goddess we’d have to rely on the Homeland Security Department to protect us, which as everyone knows, is a virtual department.

Good Goddess, the ruling class is scraping the bottom of the barrel these days, trotting out these, its Whores of Babylon. Globalization, cheap labor, corporate welfare, utter decimation of our natural and cultural environment, torture, crooked elections, crooked politicians, crooked voting machines, liars and gluttons is what the ruling class puts off on us, love it or leave it. We desperately need to get shut of each and everyone of those Whores. And I mean permanently.
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Whoa! Anyway, this time preparatory to my telescopery adventure I ovated a bunch until the Juju Bwana convinced me that I couldn't stay up very long on account of all the dirt I would have to move around the next day starting fairly early. (Only the rain would stop the dirt moving, and no rain was coming.) Note: For anyone practicing to be an ovate, you can't practice too much. Practice will help you out and in the long run, with lots of practice under your belt, you shall be over run with epiphanies directed straight your way by the Wondrous White Goddess.

However, I wanted to look at Cor Caroli, or Alpha Canes Venatici as some spell it, again, and also 24 Coma Berennices. So I espied those too, and found them both most agreeable and interesting. Then, though I ovated my gesture was futile, I assayed Porrima, or Gamma Virgo again. At 1350/7 x 3, it becomes slightly oblong. One has to know one's limitations and the limitations of one's apparati, to be a good Ovate.
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Let's see. All righty then. If every American killed one Iraqi, but one Iraqi also killed one American, there would be lots of us left over and no Iraqis. And chances are those Iraqis would get way less than one of us for one of them. Plus, I ovate, that we could force, with incentives of course, lots of our many surplus new world minions to move to Iraq and do the bidding of our precious ruling class. Then, we could have a work force in Iraq, absent the Iraqis. How much would all that cost? Big deal. Who cares? Nobody. Who'd pay for it? The Chinamen. This is an excessively cool prospectus, just prior to the Wicker Man O'Rama, we'd get all the Iraqis oil that hasn't been dumped in the Tigris River watershed.