The Full Monty–The Ides of March, 2026 )
PROLOGUE
DEAR MR./MS. “SPAM”,
You are in business. I am not. Everything I have written is free to all.
PLEASE QUIT CALLING ME.
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Two Links: 1. The Barton Project ( Earlier selected articles )
https://barton.libguides.com/ld.php?content_id=79836717
2. Subsequent Selected Articles:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1K3qpwHvh4PtTWvhcDcCtVE2CuBBaJ8_JIWuX6fZelb0/edit?tab=t.0
https://littlegreenbookoftennis.com/2025/07/16/nexus/
TIME OUT !
Do kids ever feel bad about killing villians in video games??
How about pushing the button when it’s real?
PTSD from knowing that school had 100 plus young girls in it?
MINNESOTA MURDERS?
VENEZUELLA GUYS FISHING ?
“EPSCAPADES” ?
Man in the Long Black Coat
Song by Bob Dylan ‧ 1989
Preacher was talking there’s a sermon he gave
He said every man’s conscience is vile and depraved
You cannot depend on it to be your guide
When it’s you who must keep it satisfied.
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Dylan again, from SENOR–( “….He said, “Son, this ain’t a dream no more, it’s the real thing”)
MASTERS OF WAR
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You’ve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain’t worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I’m young
You might say I’m unlearned
But there’s one thing I know
Though I’m younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I’ll follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I’ll stand over your grave
‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead.
Señor, señor, can you tell me where we’re headin’
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Seem like I been down this way before
Is there any truth in that, señor?
“Son, this ain’t a dream no more, it’s the real thing”
Señor, señor, let’s overturn these tables
Disconnect these cables
This place don’t make sense to me no more
Can you tell me what we’re waiting for, señor?
Heartland == BOB AND WILLIE
There’s a big achin’ hole in my chest now where my heart was
And a hole in the sky where God used to be.
My American dream
Fell apart at the seams.
You tell me what it means,
You tell me what it means.
MAUREEN DOWD–Jan. 20, 2026
It’s almost quaint to look at the misrule of W. and Cheney. At least they made up some highfalutin’ cover story about bringing democracy to the Middle East, when the real story was closer to daddy issues for W. and a Halliburton windfall for Cheney.
” I’LL FOLLOW YOU DOWN ‘TIL MY VOICE WILL HAUNT YOU” (Fleetwood Mac, SILVER SPRINGS )
January 14, 2026–from David French in NEW YORK TIMES:
When I think of the contrast between Jesus’ life and ministry and the will to power that has consumed so many Christians, I’m reminded of the words usually attributed to Mahatma Gandhi: “I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.”
IN TOTAL
From New York Governor:
The governor, a Democrat, said that while she had struggled with the church’s position on the measure, she had come to believe that the issue was not about shortening life “but rather about shortening dying.”
“I do not believe that in every instance condemning someone to excruciating pain and suffering preserves the dignity and sanctity of life,” she continued.
She added, “I was taught that God is merciful and compassionate, and so must we be.”
“Anyone ?——-Lt. Kaffee ?”
The Little Green Book of Tennis 