It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...


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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL + + + But please be sure to season that with the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Monday, August 29, 2016

CarPeo Set Piece ... [#4] ... HER First California Sunset

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© Mrs. Oliverio
The next page
in this series is
here. 
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Sunday, August 28, 2016

CarPeo Set Piece ... [#3 ] ... Black And White And Red All Over

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© Mrs. Oliverio










There is no green
to be seen.

The color scheme:
she kept it clean.









The next page in this series is  here.
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CarPeo Set Piece ... [#2] ... Shooting HER Favorite Subject

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© Mrs. Oliverio







The smoking gun
must have his fun
whether he is armed
or black and white palmed













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Footnote
The next page in this series is  here.
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A Haiku About Haiku-ing [HKu #19]

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Some words are tools:
Red Blood Corpuscles
rhymes with
Seventeen Syllables.


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Footnotes
A HAIKU ABOUT HAIKU-ING
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

The next GoFather Haiku page is  here.
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Rest In Peace, Max Ritvo, But Your Poems Will Live Forever

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I touch my palms to the floor

and granite rhinos surge up my arms

and lock in my shoulders.

Water flecks on my back

and my head is shaved

by bladed cream.
 
But then my time in my body is up

and it’s time for my mind:

It seeks wisdom

and the rhinos fall into a well,

their faces falling apart—
 
I want to know what their last words are

but their lips are fading into the purple.
 
I put my hands into the ground again

but rhinos come only for the body

and never for the mind.
 
I used to want infinite time with my thoughts.

Now I’d prefer to give all my time



The acclaimed poet
died this week.

Max was twenty-five years old.

He succumbed to a life-long
battle with cancer.

 Here is another of his poems:


Earthquake Country Before Final Chemotherapy

 
For the first time tonight,
as I put my wife to bed
I didn’t have to shove her off me.

She turned away in her sleep.
I wondered what was wrong with my chest.
I felt it, and the collar bone
spiked up, and where she’d rest
her cheek were ribs.

Who wants to cuddle a skeleton?
My skeleton wandered from the house
and out onto the street.

He came, after much wandering, to the edge of a bay
where a long bridge headed out—
the kind that hangs itself with steel

and sways as if the wind could take
away its weight.

There were mountains in the distance—
triangles of cardboard—
or perhaps the mist was tricking his eyes.

The instant the mist made him doubtful,
it turned to rain.

The rain covered everything. The holes
in his face were so heavy
he wondered if the water was thickening—
if he was leaching into them.

He panicked. Perhaps he was gunked up
with that disgusting paste,
flesh, all over again.

If I were alive I’d have told him
I was nothing like what he was feeling—

that the rain felt more like
the shell of a crab
than the way I’d held him.

That it felt more like him.
But I wasn’t alive—
I was the ghost in the bridge
willing the cars to join me,

telling them that death was not wind,
was not weight,

was not mist,
and certainly not the mountains—

that it was the breaking apart,
the replacement of who, when, how, and where
with what.

When my skeleton looked down
he was corrupted

in the femur by fracture,
something swelling within.

Out of him leaked pink moss.
Water took it away. 
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Saturday, August 27, 2016

CarPeo Set Piece ... [#1] ... The Oldest Steeple In Long Beach

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© Two Oliverios
St. Anthony's 90802

Built in 1914
Rebuilt after 1933 Earthquake

The next CarPeo Set Piece is  here.

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CarPeo Travelog ... IMAGE #16 ... Beyond The Sunset Flower

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© Paul Oliverio

Another Arkansas Sunset

   This  is how Charles Lloyd saw it. 
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The Haiku I Cannot Remember [HKU #18]

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Knowing how to forget
is code for believing
your lies don't exist.


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Footnotes
THE HAIKU I CANNOT REMEMBER
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

The next GoFather Haiku page is  here.
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Haiku About The One And Only Thing [HKu #17]

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The only thing
we do not want to be in life
is to be alone.


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Footnotes
HAIKU ABOUT THE ONE AND ONLY THING
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

The next GoFather Haiku page is  here.
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Thursday, August 25, 2016

Rorschach Page #12: Two Bugs Battling For THE RING

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Actually,
they are going
to battle for
a KEY Ring

© Oliverio
The Greening of a Bay Window

This is the first numbered 
 GoFather/Rorschach page.

The Rorschach Sequence begins  here.

The Rorschach Sequence continues  there.    
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France Discovers A Nineteenth Century Artist

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Deluge

Unlike in Switzerland where he is regularly celebrated,
no French national museum to date has devoted
an exhibition to Charles Gleyre.

His role in French painting of the mid 19th century
is still underestimated.

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The Musée d’Orsay,  the leading museum for western art
of the 19th century, is presenting...the solo exhibition
“Charles Gleyre. The Genius of Invention”


The image and caption
are from today's
ART DAILY

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Bonus Video:
Is Chales Gleyre the REAL Father of Impressionism?
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Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Being Is Believing

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1883-1924

His next page is
here. 
Being means liberating 
the indestructible element
in oneself or–more accurately–
being indestructible or
–more accurately–
being.


The Diaries

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Haiku For The Theme Park [HKu #16]

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All of life,
so it does seem,
is just a variation
on a theme.


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Footnotes
HAIKU FOR THE THEME PARK
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

The next GoFather Haiku page is  here.
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ART DAILY : Banksy Mural Destroyed By Building Work

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The piece,  entitled   SPY BOOTH,
depicted three men in trench coats
using listening devices to tap into
conversations at an actual public
telephone box in Cheltenham,
southwest England.


© Art Daily
Caption + Title
are verbatim

But this quote
is from  Shephard Fairey:  

Public art is ephemeral by nature. 

And the next quote is from LCSoL:

The next GoFather/Banksy page is
here.   



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Tuesday, August 23, 2016

CarPeo Travelog ... IMAGE #15 ... Approaching The George

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© Mrs. Oliverio
Waterboarded or Impressionist View
of the George Washington Bridge

(August 10, 2016) 
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Monday, August 22, 2016

STREET ART UTOPIA #24: Either/Or

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Street Art by  OAKOAK

The next page in this series is
here. 
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CarPeo Travelog ... IMAGE # [14 + x] ... Finally In 90802

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© Mrs. Oliverio 
Legs
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Sunday, August 21, 2016

CarPeo Travelog ... IMAGE #14 ... A Kierkegaard Tree

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In Danish,
Kierkegaard = Church Garden

© Oliverio
St. Anthony's 90802

Inspired + enhanced
by my SMARTER HALF 

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Saturday, August 20, 2016

Haiku For The New Day [HKu #15]

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Mourning after the night before
is the morning of a brand new day.


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Footnotes
HAIKU FOR THE NEW DAY
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

The next GoFather Haiku page is  here.

Van Morrison  has something to say
about a brand new day.
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Haiku From A Prodigal Son Of Long Beach [HKu #14]

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The unexamined fear is not worth
experiencing more than once.


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Footnotes
HAIKU FROM A PRODIGAL SON OF LONG BEACH
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

The next GoFather Haiku is  here.

Another example of a prodigal son is  there. 
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A Triumphant Song From John Wesley Harding

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Trash is the product of greed
Selfishness planted the seed
Everybody knows
Money makes it grow
Trash is the product

of greed


JOHN WESLEY HARDING
The Triumph of Trash


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CarPeo Travelog ... IMAGE #13 ... She Caught The Mesa ...

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© Mrs. Oliverio
She caught the mesa in Katy, Arizona and...
[cue up TAJ MAHAL]
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In His Own Hand-writing

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F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Beautiful And Damned
 1922

The next Fitzgerald page is  here.
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This One's For NINA ... Because She Was a Gold-Medal Singer ...

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wins her third gold-medal
in 2016 Olympics


Nina Simone sang  this song  for Ms. Biles
long before this dazzling child was born!
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Thursday, August 18, 2016

Never Again Will I Call Him Father Filibuster

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The joke was probably
originated by his sister
(my Godmother)
or his brother
(my namesake).

But when Father Frank
was featured at an Oliverio
Sunday dinner, he would talk about
those rare sermons where he would
drone on endlessly until he counted
at least ten sleeping parishioners.

The church in the image below
was never graced by
the physical presence
of my Uncle but
  –psychologically–
he was present
at the last church service
I attended in Westchester County.



Personally, I prefer 
weekday Church service
because no basket is passed
for donations and it was only
a venial sin to photograph
the room without
express consent
of the pastor.

But the Sunday Mass,
three days after this venial photo
was taken, was standing room only!

A very special guest from Sri Lanka
was the celebrant.

His sermon, however, had only
tangential connection to
the very brief Gospel.

His sermon named
five European countries
and ten American cities
where he personally
presided over...

He was a traveling 
man of the cloth 


One of those churches was in  Tuckahoe
but–like at least a dozen parishioners–
I had dozed off when he mentioned
that funny sounding hamlet
where Monsignor Oliverio
had reigned immediately before
his "retirement."

At the ceremonial hand-shaking
that followed the Mass, I asked
about his Tuckahoe experience.

I swear on a stack of Bibles
that the Sri Lankan priest
mentioned "Monsignor Oliverio"
before I told him that
Father Frank was my Uncle.

Then began a parade of strange looks
from countless local Catholics because
Father Christopher's attention
was intently focused on the nephew
of the priest responsible
for the Sri Lankan's
introduction + itinerary
in the United States.

I am grateful that none
of the parishioners present
derailed the "very special guest"
from his homage to the man
I called Father for longer than
I called his oldest brother–
a/k/a my actual FATHER–
by the same name. 
      
Father Christopher is featured
in slide two/three of the last hyperlink.


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Footnote
Along with his three brothers, (my namesake)
is featured in the lead photograph
of the WALL-2-WALL gallery. 
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CarPeo Travelog ... IMAGE #12 ... Move Over, LBJ

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THIS is a 21st Century  chest scar!

© Oliverio
 For David Hockney 

Conceivably, my favorite living artist
(as long as I don't have to look
at his naked boyfriends).

Mr. Hockney,
allow me to be
the first person
to crown you
The King of Kodak Kollages

We did not drive through
Peach Blossom Highway
but there were times
when I wished we were on
Dearie Blossom Highway.
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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

CarPeo Travelog ... IMAGE #11 ... Early Morning In Tennessee

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© Oliverio 
Dickson Comfort Inn Backyard
190 miles East of Memphis
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Tuesday, August 16, 2016

CarPeo Travelog ... IMAGE #10 ... This Is Not 2015

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Last year, I drove cross-country
in a Honda Civic:
a total of 6400 miles.

I encountered less rain
during that expedition
than we did in New Jersey
on August 10, 2016. 

A torrential rainstorm
greeted us, one hour west 
of the George Washington Bridge.

© Mrs. Oliverio 
Through The Very Wet Looking Glass
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Sunday, August 14, 2016

CarPeo Travelog ... A Quote Found In An Arizona Newspaper

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There are sadistic scientists
who hurry to hunt down errors
instead of establishing truths.


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CarPeo Travelog ... IMAGE #9 ... Exit 666 Of Interstate 40

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© Oliverio
Ghost Town, Arkansas
a/k/a
SWEET PEA #2 
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The CarPeo Travelog ... IMAGE #8 ... The No Inverted Truck Zone

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© Oliverio
Ghost Town in Black and White
a/k/a
SWEET PEA #1
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Saturday, August 13, 2016

On The Roof ... Down The Alley ... A Spot Of Brilliant Color

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It was a girl in a red negligé,  silk surely,  
drying her hair by the still hot sun
of late afternoon.

His whistle died
upon the stiff air of the room;
he walked cautiously another step nearer 
the window with a sudden impression
that she was beautiful.

Sitting on the stone parapet beside her
was a cushion the same color as her garment
and she was leaning both arms upon it
as she looked down into the sunny areaway,
where Anthony could hear
children playing.

F. Scott Fitzgerald 
The Beautiful and Damned

The next Fitzgerald page is  here. 

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CarPeo Travelog ... IMAGE #7 (2x) ... Magreetings To One And All

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© Mrs. Oliverio
A Magritte Rain?

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The CarPeo Travelog ... IMAGE #6 ... Or Is It A Tightrope?

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© Mrs. Oliverio 
Cloud on a Wire
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The CarPeo Travelog ... IMAGE #5 ... Sky Pilot

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Mile 143 of 1645 
on  Interstate 40

To hear the title song, click  here. 

To see the next
CarPeo Travelog ©

image, click  there.  

 
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The CarPeo Travelog ... IMAGE #4 ... Up, Up, And Away

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© Mrs. CarPeo 
Another Long Arkansas Ascent on I-40

To hear the title song, click  here.
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Friday, August 12, 2016

If 3 Pictures = 3000 Words, Then 0 Words Explain The Pictures

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First CarPeo Travelog photograph
was taken by Mrs. Carpeo
when we crossed
the Mississippi.

Second CarPeo Travelog photograph
was taken by me in Tennessee
behind a hotel.

Third CarPeo Travelog photograph,
taken by me six hours ago
as the sun set in
Van Buren AK.

CarPeo Travelog continues  here. 


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No One Knew BEAUTY Like Scott Knew Beauty

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F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Beautiful And Damned

The next Fitzgerald page is  here.
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The CarPeo Travelog: We Now Have Three Thousand Words!


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If one picture is worth one thousand words
and you have the three pictures
then you–very quickly and
very visually–went through
3000 words.

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Footnotes
ALL photographs from THE CARpEO TRAVELOG
are the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

For more information
about this photograph,
click  here.
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The CarPeo Travelog: ANOTHER Thousand Words


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  1 picture  = 1000 words
+1 picture  = 1000 words
 2 pictures = 2000 words
    
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Footnotes
ALL photographs from THE CARpEO TRAVELOG
are the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

For more information
about this photograph,
click  here.
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The CarPeo Travelog: One Thousand Words


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One picture is worth one thousand words

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Footnotes
ALL photographs from THE CARpEO TRAVELOG
are the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

For more information
about this photograph,
click  here.  
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Haiku From Dickson, Tennessee [HKu #13]

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Bric a Brac
and blue shoes
One is left
The other, right
Oh what a night!

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Footnotes
HAIKU FROM DICKSON, TENNESSEE
is the copyrighted property of LCSol.

The next GoFather Haiku is  here.

To hear the a DELLicious rendition
of Oh What A Night, click  there. 
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Sunday, August 7, 2016

SREET ART UTOPIA (#23): A 21st Century Artist Named Sam

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Sam3

Please support
(or just appreciate)
STREET ART UTOPIA

As for a 20th Century Sam,
click  here for a story that can be
   retitled This Squirrel's Last Nuts. 

The next page in this series is  here.  
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Saturday, August 6, 2016

About The Previous Page...

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It  was a quick break
from our respite.

Now, allow us 
to repeat ourselves:

See you later, alligator
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The Brain Is A Very Mysterious Place And So Is Donald's

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What is unique, at least among presidential candidates, 
is [Donald Trump's] utter lack of social skills
in saying things that would get a schoolchild
sent to the principal and very likely
to a psychologist.

Kathleen Parker

The next Trump page is  here. 

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Wednesday, August 3, 2016

A Very Important Message From The CarPeos

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See you later, alligator
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