Blue Angel Landing issue 1

of a hard-loving, hard-handed, hard-headed lover, not afraid of hard working, who can hand craft hard-backed blank writing journal, no smokers need apply; of health food fast-food franchise ideas, because endless hamburger joints leave me bound-up; of hairless cats, because they must vomit hairless-balls; of hiring halls, because it would mean the union movement has turned itself around—and I hate job interviews; of the harvest moon, because winter is coming; of hayrack rides, because I can taste the apple cider now; of humor; of a strong hyoid bone, because I need my tongue well supported; of houseplants that can handle my inattention and survive infrequent repotting thanks to inquisitive cats; of hanging indentation, because sometimes my inner dialogue runs-on, I mean, honestly, sometimes the little voices just won’t shut-up; of holidays where workers have days-off with pay, and that are not just excuses for white-sales, paint sales, car sales, good-credit-bad-credit-no-credit that you’ll-be-paying-off-for-the-rest-ofyour Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit: of hydration, I don’t know about you, but I am getting a bit thirsty; of a Hurtz Donut, and other silly and somewhat sadistic playground games; of H.R. Pufnstuf, because I really dug Whilemina W. Witchiepoo—“Oranges, poranges, who cares?”; of the hypotenuse, because I like to cut corners; of Head-On, apply directly to forehead, Head-On, apply directly to forehead; of hendecasyllabic lines, because sometimes pentameter is just one sound too short; of hammer and hoe, because I hail from Cod Fish Hollow; of hammered dulcimer, ham-boning, and other hillbilly music, because I love a hoedown; of hope; of hand cuffs, and hand puppets—Oooo! Interesting visual place. Is it your place or mine? of hasen pfeffer, horseradish, halibut, haggis, honey-glazed ham, and hummus, lead me to the buffet; of a half-hitch, because you never know when you’ll need a good knot; of habitable inner cities with more jobs, fewer cops, and no absentee slum lords.

Life: without hope of parole, forget rehabilitation, because keeping people incarcerated in privately-run prisons means more tax-payer funded profits for the Corrections Corporation of America.

Liberty: to choose your own privately-funded health care plan, means government bureaucrats won’t have a say in how much care you get. Instead, that job falls to HMO bureaucrats who are only concerned about the health of stockholders’ portfolios.

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