Wednesday, February 13, 2019

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If all of the three letter words were to go on strike, complaining of the treatment they get in Boggle scores, the title of this post would no longer exist.

If the title of this post no longer existed, I would question the existence of the post itself.

Jody Wilson-Raybould, SNC Lavalin and PM Trudeau, what a mess of a situation.

In a nutshell, SNC Lavalin corrupt in Libya and CHUM among other projects. News article mentions that Justice Minister JWR is 'pressured' by the PMO to do a remediation agreement with SNC Lavalin. Then JWR is shuffled to Vet Affairs, allegations fly, JWR resigns from cabinet, Trudeau is grilled, SNC Lavalin continues to lobby, investigations begin.

A wrist watch compendium went bowling under the microscope used by a witch doctor that hadn't cut his toenails in the previous week. Not all of the posturing will lead to a solution that merits publication. Not all of the solutions that are public would posture a merit. Not all of the merits would publish a solution that postures.

Walking up the hill, dancing down the slope, skiing in the pond, mucking about, leaching from the host, reaching for the top, slouching to the sofa and wretching to the bottom. Ringing like the bell, singing into a shell, longing for a song, lingering for a subordinate, inordinate, coordinate, suffocate.

Poof, a leak-worm needs that flight baster, the kite taster and the light faker. I've got, in order of appearance, meek, beep, tri and aqua. I think I now have a fifth to add but I haven't a proper handle yet.

Multiplicity as a solution to singularity castigated the divider from the denominator. A soliloquy donned a sonnet and hung a haiku. A bumblebee saw a comet and stung a redo.

Not everyone could give directions to their own left ear lobe. Elsewhom's left earlobe, on the other hand, was on the other hand.

Success as a laundry detergent is not the clearest idea that a person who is almost as generic as a person could use as a shelf lighter or a barge engine. I should know.

Take all of the emptiness that finds its way in your most immediate surroundings and vaporize it with just a sideways glance. That's all it takes. Now, in the void, deposit all of your extra words, ideas, thoughts, songs, music and smells. Tactility can be overrated, unless it isn't.

Depending on how you view that thing that should be viewed, take two steps forwards and don't look back.

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