I don’t know if any of you remember the blogger Cathy Seipp, who passed away from cancer in 2007, but she was on a show with this knob when he went off on her–yelling, leaning in, being intimidating, the whole set. Wow, what guts, he treated a petite female cancer patient to a threat display. There was a situation which called for a chasmatician.*
Where have you gone, Chasmatic
A nation turns its’ lonely eyes to you (woo woo woo)”
*chas•ma•ti•cian (chăs-mə-tĭsh′ən)
noun
A person skilled or learned in punching people in the mouth who rate it.
NoriSeptember 21, 2017, 7:57 PM
Yes, the “Maverick” McCain exhibited even more volcanic eruptions in his lifelong burial of MIA’s.
Chasmatician, wow. High standard. Fitting tribute for that Spiller of Soup.
LeslieSeptember 21, 2017, 8:37 PM
I was telling someone about Chasmatic just the other day. He is missed.
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
LATE LIGHT by Klahn
Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Cue Dennis Leary “Voices in My Head”.
I don’t know if any of you remember the blogger Cathy Seipp, who passed away from cancer in 2007, but she was on a show with this knob when he went off on her–yelling, leaning in, being intimidating, the whole set. Wow, what guts, he treated a petite female cancer patient to a threat display. There was a situation which called for a chasmatician.*
Where have you gone, Chasmatic
A nation turns its’ lonely eyes to you (woo woo woo)”
*chas•ma•ti•cian (chăs-mə-tĭsh′ən)
noun
A person skilled or learned in punching people in the mouth who rate it.
Yes, the “Maverick” McCain exhibited even more volcanic eruptions in his lifelong burial of MIA’s.
Chasmatician, wow. High standard. Fitting tribute for that Spiller of Soup.
I was telling someone about Chasmatic just the other day. He is missed.