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Ideas mostly related to civics in the USA

Oh, it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl
And with the way you look, I understand that you were not impressed
But I heard you let that little friend of mine
Take off your party dress

I'm not gonna get too sentimental
Like those other sticky valentines
'Cause I don't know if you are loving somebody
I only know it isn't mine

Allison, I know this world is killing you
Oh, Allison, my aim is true

Well, I see you've got a husband now
Did he leave your pretty fingers lying in the wedding cake?
You used to hold him right in your hand
But it took all that he could take

Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking
When I hear the silly things that you say
I think somebody better put out the big light
'Cause I can't stand to see you this way

Allison, I know this world is killing you
Oh, Allison, my aim is true
My aim is true

Don't tell me you don't know what love is
When you're old enough to know better
When you find strange hands in your sweater
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I'm a man with a mission on two or three editions.

And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, Everyday, Everyday I write the book.
Chapter One: We didn't really get along.
Chapter Two: I think I fell in love with you.
You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three

But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four
Five and Six.
And I'm giving you a longing look...
The way you walk
The way you talk and try to kiss me
And laugh in four or five paragraphs.
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks.

And I'm giving you a longing look...
Everyday I write the book.
Don't tell me you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter.
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel.

And I'm giving you a longing look...
Everyday, Everyday, Everyday I write the book.
Everyday, Everyday, Everyday, Everyday I write the book...

AWM explores objectifying himself and others and even in of the same. He thinks of the Earth (or at least his Nation and Continent) as his personal kennel. can be generalized to the verifiable duality of human mind and molecule. Life is but a cascade of macromolecules (MM). Some MMs are ingested and some MMs are excreated. There is some sort of mind in all life and all rest of that jazz is open to artistic intepretation about its purpose, its sacredness and such. We also have the health of our body, our opptimism, our situation awareness and such. 1 Corinthians 13:13 And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity (love). AWM wants his hotdog in that hotdog bun, but he wants her mind ever-so-much more as a teacher where he is the student. She may not think of it this way, but AWM sees in her. AWM is unfit to shine the shoes of the Woz, but he trudges on. Onward. Follow the Dali Lama. Never give up. Never give up. The reader seeks, for amusement, a diversion page . AWM knows of and other such tripe. AWM's G-d and our Savior find no soul in such devices constructed by money-grubbing Traitors of our scacred Nation. AWM finds such devices to be of little . AWM only reaches the rank of 2nd Class in . AWM prays to the continued vitality for Scoutmaster Don Hourigan and his lieutenants and many, many friends. See also and "Muhammad: A Prophet for Our Time". This is AWM's view of the USA National Trade Deficit. AWM invokes the spirit of Bragg, who ran the Cavendish Laboratory and ordered Watson and Crick to halt their work after their first failed attempt to give Rosy some breathing room. AWM honors the Four Pioneers that led to multilingual Wikipedia® (registered trademark. domain name is intellectual property of WMF). They are in two spearheads. Google (Inc.) Translate commanded by the team of Page, Brin, and multi-lingual and crossreferenced Wikipedia® commanded by the team of Sanger and Wales JDW. They marshalled and led mighty ranks of hosts in bright array. Every day is Pentacost. Everyone speaks (or can easily speak) in tongues. Acts 2:6 When they heard this sound, a crowd came together in bewilderment, because each one heard their own language being spoken. AWM attempts to index some of his favorite cultural artifacts. AWM is autistic spectrum. AWM recognizes his own kind. AWM recognizes the same in JDW, what with Jordan (Essjay), Marsden, Heilman and others. AWM invokes the spirit of Goebbels, cleansed over decades of leaching of its evil with expensive high-tech leaching reagents and . . AWM invokes 1 Corinthians 13:13 . AWM invokes the 80 translations of . emo implosion to a village of 1000 citizens on the whole Bay Area by engineering desing. By design. SJCI motto "Signum Fidei" (Sign of faith). RPI commands with the orders: "Knowledge and Thoroughness". The orders have come down the line me boys: "Knowledge and Thoroughness". AWM obeys the orders. See aslo NPR reading of DOI. See aslo Declaration of Independence Song - Educational Music Video. Our rights do not come from Jimbo, regardless of the by-laws of the WMF. See also DOI rap song playlist, brother. Do not worry if it makes Jimbo's penis cry. AWM sez "You not so sad. Me love you long time, Jimbo". If Alanis could have gotten away with "My c-nt, my c-nt, my lady c-nt." Another $5M for that hit? No problemo. Mozart Requiem? Boring! Dvořák. Pronto. Requiem for a youthful woamn's career like Alison or Sydney. Hey, Mozart is right there ont he right-hand side. He is not boring, but these young whippersnappers need something fresh. Fresh, bloody red meat. Bread and circus and all that jazz. Oh come on. Would you rather I get something from the morgue over at Stanford Univ. Hosp.? You might have to wait several weeks for that show-biz. That is entirely within AWM's grasp. Is that really what you want? Then there is Jimbo the asswipe. Why do the nations so furiously rage together? Why do so many American couples rage together? Trust. Communication. Oh honey, I did not know that you did not like that. AWM declares himself to be a military engineer of the mind wiht a specialization in demolitions. AWM plays Liù to JDW's Calaf, pondering the People as the blind Timur. AWM commands Jimbo to smile:

 Signore, ascolta!
Oh, here is another one of that drunkard, n-word gal:

LIÙ (si avvicina al Principe, piangendo)
Signore, ascolta! Ah, signore, ascolta!
Liù non regge più!
Si spezza il cuor!
Ahimè, ahimè, quanto cammino
col tuo nome nell’anima,
col nome tuo sulle labbra!
Ma se il tuo destino
doman sarà deciso,
noi morrem sulla strada dell’esilio!
Ei perderà suo figlio...
io...l’ombra d’un sorriso!
Liù non regge più!
Ah, pietà!

LIÙ (weeping, approaches the Prince)
My lord, listen, ah! listen!
Liù can bear it no more!
My heart is breaking!
Alas, how long have I travelled
with your name in my soul,
your name on my lips!
But if your Fate
is decided tomorrow
we’ll die on the road to exile!
He will lose his son...
And I...the shadow of a smile!
Liù can bear it no more!
Ah, have pity!

AWM almost let another n-word slip beyond his lips. Why? . Oh dear. Time for some shameless promotional free enterprise.

This site is a conscious effort to be like's_proof_of_Fermat's_Last_Theorem See Wiles at . with ideas flooding in and mingling for greater effect. AWM is autistic spectrum with delusions grandeur, imagining himself to be a man of unbounded ambition. In 1st grade at St. John the Baptist School, a teacher said: "Andrew, you love yourself." AWM's friend James Knight stood up and said "I like myself, but I do not love myself." AWM read about (Jean) Elizabeth Morgan in an article entitled "Give the Lady a Knife". Reader’s Digest. June 1, 1980. It was love at first sight. AWM told himself to marry such a woman. When pediatrician SMF sat down next to him at the old YWCA on Alma in PACA because he was doing a crossword puzzle (a habit he picked up from his girlfriend in Baltimore a few years earlier) and thus SMF figured that AWM was intelligent. SMF soon mentioned her profession and AWM turned on the charm and was careful not to blow it. They married within two months in a very plain civil ceremony. They had a daughter with the assistance of a fertility specialist. SMF and her parents left with the baby within three weeks of the C-section. AWM managed to get SMF to return after several months, but after two more months of living together, SMF yelled at AWM one morning and AWM banged their foreheads together (DV and all that jazz). AWM kept track of what happened with EM and decided to Google all he could about her and organize that into a WP BLP. During those three weeks, he experienced a cessation in mastrubation. When he jerked off again, it hurt. J. Noel Chiappa saved the EM BLP from deletion by some female admin. Jimbo later slashed it down to one sentence and one of his entourage turned it into a redirect. Females either deleted or completely re-wrote most of the related material. AWM accessed the Internet from within Elmwood and noticed that the EM BLP got whacked. AWM made a mistake. AWM should not have contacted EM or her DC lawyer G. Allen Dale. It was Dale that contacted the FBI. The first name of AWM's primary FBI contact is Douglas (AWM recalls, maybe). AWM is espouses AWM occasionally drinks . AWM has been sorting out the finest artifacts of civilization and arranging them in the style of WKM. AWM apologizes to those with writers block or a mid-life crisis.

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train, 
'Til  Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again. 
In the winter of '65, We were hungry, just barely alive. 
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it's a time I remember, oh so well.

Like my father before me, I will work the land, 
Like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand. 
He was just eighteen, proud and brave, 
But a Yankee laid him in his grave, 
I swear by the mud below my feet, 
You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat.

Back with my wife in Tennessee, When one day she called to me, 
"Virgil, quick, come see, there goes Robert E. Lee!" 
Now I don't mind choppin' wood, 
and I don't care if the money's no good. 
Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest, 
But they should never have taken the very best. 

AWM knows how important money is as he conducts his own version of the Peninsula Campaign (a failure). He promotes bizes that do not throw him out. He knows to buy a product from each biz. He gives small amounts money to some of the beggers on the street. AWM creates things like and which is obviously a trivial copyright violation of . AWM sez: "What of it?" Listen to your lawyers for your weekly 30 minutes or hour and then dismiss them and deliberate in all-analog, using the G-d-given genius between your ears. More expressivity (and synergy?) for those other MediaWiki sites. More traffic to English Wikipedia®, higher Alexa Internet ranking, larger market valuation of the domain name (intellectual property of WMF). It is all good. Law enforcement cannot be bribed in the USA, but they can be flattered. AWM always slowly and quietly sez "Yes sir, yes sir" to any order. Any order. AWM remembers to disengaged them with (at least) a "Thank you for your oath and your service." AWM aims his thinking closer to rather than the fifth L5. AWM plays the game according to the rules that Sam Sloan and the memory of his friend, Bobby Fisher, revealed to him. AWM knowingly corrupts sacred text and goes to Confession about it.

Our Mother in heaven,
hallowed be your name.
Your kingdom come,
your will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our debts,
as we also have forgiven our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from L5.

AWM ponders .

Perché tarda la luna? Faccia pallida!
Móstrati in cielo! Presto! Vieni! Spunta!
O testa mozza! O squallida! Vieni! Spunta! Móstrati in cielo!
O testa mozza! O esangue!…

Why does the moon delay, wan face?
Show yourself in the sky. Quickly, come. Rise.
Oh, lopped-off head. Oh, mean one. Come.
Bloodless, taciturn.

Pale lover of the dead: how the cemeteries await your funeral light.
There’s a gleam over there. Come quickly, etc.
Over there a glimmer is spreading out in the sky its deathly light.
Pu-Tin-Pao: The moon has risen. etc.

The reader spreads their arms and calms the waters. Steady as she goes:

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