Monday, March 7, 2016


'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings, Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

There is nothing "cute" about acute alcoholism.

Pat Nixon was an acute alcoholic.

Betty Ford was an acute alcoholic.

Richard Nixon was ballistic insane so Pat was in denial-escapism. Who cares? Really!

Richard Nixon's strange behavior and gestures, more frequent drinking and extreme paranoia, observed by the Secret Service agents charged with guarding the President, is revealed on the 40th anniversary of disgraced Richard Nixon’s resignation in a new book.

So, to the point... My sister has a friend who recently lost his second wife to acute alcoholism. And there was NOTHING cute about it.

Failure has a friend - in the bottle.

Of course, there has never been a shortage of alcoholics on the planet...

Many alcoholics are escaping from themselves. They have not lived up to their delusions of grandeur and choose medication over interpretation.

I know nothing of dreams... I know nothing of interpretation... I know nothing...

But I suspect acute alcoholism is nothing more than a sign of the times... dreams gone bad.

The prince on the white horse rode by while the dreamer was asleep.

The glass slipper dropped and shattered.

The golf course went belly up.

The cow farted.

And, the next day it snowed.

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