FLK
You know, in the medical field, we use a lot, I mean really a lot, of abbreviations, acronyms, which is probably why so many surgical procedures go wrong, but I'm jumping ahead of myself. Suffice it to say that we use FLK a lot, and it stands for this pretty serious ailment, 'funny looking kid.' Well, it turns out that Bob and Judy watched the always hilarious Sunday morning news shows, when government agents or government supporters pompously try and prop us this coprolitic administration.

Dry gin martinis in hand, we listened to their recounting of the as always ridiculous posturing of this Dark Administration. This Sunday, Bob and Judy told us, they had the FLK, spewing neoconbabble and other than looking every second like he was going to break into giggles, managed to talk without actually eructing all over himself, though the same couldn't be said of Bob and Judy. Jeez, lousy way to start a Sunday, we thought. Anyway, thinking he could turn the country into blind coprophagous newts, he was spouting all this garbage about how wonderful things were in Iraq, how much progress had been made since Copro-Georgie invaded that hapless country, and apparently, oblivious of the fact that in Iraq women had always attended school, he said: "and all the women are going to school," which was true before the invasion, and which is not true today.

Funny, Judy told us, but when he was asked if U.S. government higher-ups could walk around Iraq, if it was all so wonderful and "improved" he didn't upchuck, but he did stutter a bit and mumbled something to the effect of: "Well, of course not, silly, things aren't that good." Got to hand it to General Peter Pace, he's as reliable a raconteur as "Baghdad Bob" was, though the sobriquet Pollyanna fits him better because he's one hundred-fold more sunshiny than "Baghdad Bob" ever was. Bob thought it would be cute to see the entire Bush family, joined by the rest of the Dark Cabal, holding hands and merrily skipping down the streets of "new and improved" Iraq.

Enough Joking
Well, cowboys and cowgirls, and doctors and lawyers, some Iraqi women just came to the United States to give Democracy Now! a true picture of what life for people in the real Iraq is really like. Instead of transcribing the article, because it is so important, all of us would like to beg you to look up the article. It will open your eyes to the lies (coprophagous) that we are being fed by the Dark Administration run by the son of the infamously dangerously disengaged Mother of Darkness, Barbara Bush. Come on, did you think the nefarious government that would torment the family of Pat Tillman tell you the truth about anything? Please read the article at:
http://www.democracynow.org/article.pl?sid=06/03/06/1424239

Whew! The Dinner Gong
An all-family effort, tonight dinner was a breeze. It's always a breeze when you're used to preparing dinner for forty to fifty every night. The old farm kitchen's size indicates that it was always, since our small farm was part of one enormous ranch, intended to prepare meals for scores and scores of ranch hands. Today, of course, it has been extensively remodeled, but its original purpose has never changed: it's not for show, it's for cooking up the proverbial storm. What used to be the root cellar is now a spacious wine cellar where all sorts of delights are stored at ideal temperatures, no matter what's going on up above ground.

Charlotte and Marie Christine prepared some Smoked Salmon Mousse-Stuffed Salmon Roulades. Perhaps thinking of the colder climates where these delectable little hors d'oeuvres may have originated, they served them with ice-cold little "copitas" of Grey Goose vodka.

Gourmets, Gourmands? With so many cosmopolitan neighbors from the Middle East, Europe and Latin America, we have a slightly non-U.S. approach to wine and children. We don't want them growing up to think it's some amazing, forbidden taboo. As in Europe and Latin America, they are aware of it, so that when they are old enough to drink it doesn't have a magical and tragic hold on them. On very special occasions, such as holidays, they are allowed small sips of something truly special. On nights such as tonight, when we are having a perfect dinner with flawless wines, we feel terrible that they are being deprived of a libation with delightful flavors, so with their Roulades, they were served Sutter Home's non-alcoholic Fre brand of wines. Tonight they had non-alcoholic Chardonnay, allowing them to enjoy in part of the pleasure we enjoyed and some of the flavor that would enhance their dining experience as well.

Elizabeth, Cathy and Shelley teamed up, with Max's help, to light up the Viking grills set up on the porch. Braving the cold, they barbecued Prawns in a Citrus Marinade. They plated the prawns with some exquisite Mesclun Jicama Strawberry Salad with a sweet dressing. Their recipe came from oenophile and wine savant Randy Sipe, from whom we get so much valuable information about our wines and food, who had told us this meal would transport us to the Bahamas, and indeed, on this cold night, it did. Kudos, Mr. and Mrs. Sipe! But, their contribution also included recommending that we have the prawns with a delightful Italian white wine, a Soave Classico from the winery Prà. Once tasted, this pairing cannot be improved upon. It was bliss.

Max and Charlotte served small dollops of mango sorbet, and then geared up for our meat course.

With the grills already going, Max's job, other than battling the cold, was made easier. He and Charlotte grilled some flawless Lamb Chops which they served with a Provençal Salsa. A medley of magnificently grilled vegetables, prepared in their little wire cages, were served to each diner, and the adults were presented with some wine from Max and Charlotte's wine cellar, Penfolds Bin 28 Kalimna Shiraz.

Winding Down
What a miserable Sunday morning to teach you what a dirty government rules this land. We talked about it, and each of us mourned our country a little. Yes, we finished our evening with cookies and coffee with our teenagers, the younger set, but something wasn't right. It isn't right. It has to change. For tonight, sweaters and jackets went on, as there were horses to blanket against the cold, but how to fight the dirty cold coming out of Bush and Cohorts in Filth, Inc.?

Summary
The Pollyannish yokels from the government use the Sunday TV shows to spew the administration's "trash of the week spin." They're a waste of time, except that as comedy, all those pompous can be very entertaining; just not elucidating. The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff was a real hoot this Sunday. Pollyanna, pagliaccio: quel hoot! See, as Dubya starts his sentences, the White House doesn't flush its toilets Monday-Saturday. They wait till Sunday and then spew it all over the airwaves.