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He is USSam Aurelius Milam III![15x5 Page Background GIF Image](../../Images/15x5_Page_Background.gif)
I have a dictionary from 1941. According to that dictionary, fascism is any system in which business and industry are privately owned, and regulated by a strong central government. The year that the dictionary was published was
the same year that the U.S.A. went to war against fascism, as it was defined at that time. That definition of fascism is an exact description of the U.S.A. today. Many years ago, I mentioned that
to my mother. She sighed sadly and said, “Yeah, we won the war
and lost the peace.”
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I have in my collection a little book of Pogo comics. As Walt Kelly ironically noted, by way of the title,
we have met the enemy and he is us.
A Common TaterOriginal Source Unknown. Forwarded by D. K., of Gainesville, Georgia.![15x5 Page Background GIF Image](../../Images/15x5_Page_Background.gif)
Many years ago, a girl potato and a boy potato had eyes for
each other and got married. Later, they had a little sweet potato, which they called Yam. Of course, they wanted the best for Yam. When it was time, they told her about the facts of life. They warned her about going out and getting half-baked, so she wouldn't get accidentally mashed, and get a bad name for herself like Hot Potato, and end up with a bunch of tater tots.
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Yam said not to worry, no spud would get her into the sack
and make a rotten potato out of her! But, on the other hand,
she wouldn't stay home and become a fat couch potato. Also, she
wouldn’t get skinny, like her shoestring cousins.
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When she went off to Europe, Mr. and Mrs. Potato told Yam to watch out for the hard-boiled guys from Ireland, the greasy guys from France, called the French Fries, and when she went out West, to watch out for the Indians so she wouldn't get scalloped.
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Yam said that she would stay on the straight and narrow and wouldn't associate with those high class Yukon Golds, or the ones from the other side of the tracks who advertise their trade on all the trucks that say Frito Lay.
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Mr. and Mrs. Potato sent Yam to Idaho P.U. (that's Potato University ) so that when she graduated she'd really be in the chips. But in spite of all that they did for her, one day Yam came home and announced that she was in love with Eric Sevareid.
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Eric Sevareid! Mr. and Mrs. Potato were very upset.
They told Yam that she couldn't possibly marry Eric Sevareid because
he was just a commentator.
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The Frog With The Golden ToothSam Aurelius Milam III
Friday, January 17, 1975![15x5 Page Background GIF Image](../../Images/15x5_Page_Background.gif)
One day as I sat on a purple cloud ordering feathers neatly into rows, a woman flew by on a snake.
She had skin the color of her skin, and the snake looked like one. They made three quick passes around me and vanished into the distance, leaving only a spool of polyester sewing thread,
which floated there before me. I went to sleep and when I awoke the thread had disappeared. I wondered where the girl had
gone, and my cloud began to move. It went slowly, so as to not mess up my rows of feathers. Eventually we overtook the spool
of sewing thread, which had grown larger and was rolling through the air, unwinding. I passed a house on a hilltop where a woman
was hanging from a line to dry, but she didn't see me. A puppy
was chasing its tail in circles and a great finned bird with leathern wings flew along the horizon, croaking morosely. I passed a
fishing line moving up, with an old boot hooked on the end.
In the boot was a frog with a golden tooth and a chicken with silver
hair, but the line snapped and the boot fell out of sight. My
journey continued, but the horizon didn’t seem to be getting any closer.
All the while, the girl on the snake followed close behind. I
saw an electric fan approaching, propelled by a squirrel cage wheel with
a squirrel in it. I covered my rows of feathers to protect them from
the squirrel; the fan blew the girl off the snake, and she landed
on my purple cloud. We laughed while the snake and the squirrel looked
on.