consumption.

dope dinner.

all roasty, rooted, and doused in homestyle homemade mushroom gravy.
when it's late night, and past time, and family dinner needs cooking,
we doo-doo the triple threat, neighbors.
tofurky roast.
brussels sprouts.
onions, carrots, 'tatoes, and sweet'uns.
the oh-so so-goodness got all kinds of ovened-up.
we like to share some foodie parts in a big way.
the best thing about a panful of tubers
is that a panful is too much for three people.
too much is what time it is when it's time for dope dinner.
and that means leftovers.
and leftover dope dinner makes for even better big breakfast.
teleport:

what-whaaaat?!
scrambled up 'fu, with that pimenton dulce ahumado?
yep.
english-type toasting bread?
of course.
baconesque slabs of some kind of ruddy brown strip material?
okay.
home-style re-roasted rootin' homefries?
c'mon.
what am i?
an A*-hole?
no flippin' way.
i'm a full-to-burstin' fat-bellied barbarian.
so good.
***********
so the iraq war was based on the word of some dude.
some dude who said that iraq was a serious biological threat.
and it turns out that some dude was tellin' fibs.
big fat wartime liarmouth fibs.
no chemical monster sauce.
no truck-bed rockets.
no nuthin',
but a disgruntled ex-iraqi national who
'had a problem' with iraq's regime.
had a problem, neighbors.
and when he saw the chance to cry wolf,
AND get results,
and indirectly kill 100k people, mostly civilians.
now that's a problem, son.
what.
the.
mutha.
F*?
oh, don't worry,
he's proud of what he did.
and possibly not the only one, either.
i mean, germany gave him asylum, too.
i know.
true stories, told truly, are how we get busy up here-
but i guess tall tales turdblasted out
is how the other 'nother doo-duders do it.
weak sauce is an epic understatement.
freedom based on falsehood?
the ends justify the means?
am i crazy,
or did somebody just turn on the suckiness all the way past eleven?
full-moon lunacy just got outshone.
but, at least liarmouth sh!theads got what they wanted,
and freedom is ringing somewhere.
just probably not in the hearts or minds of all those dead folks.
*
we tell the truth.
because we always employ the best policy.
worthy warrior poets.
real-life documentarians.
active participants,
and goodsly, woodsly, honest, honest-to-goodness
gratitude and generosity.
i am grateful for where i'm at,
who i'm with,
and for the truth.
it's all really happening-
good, bad, and ugly;
never quiet, never soft.....