Letters to the editor

Sachs Canon listened with awe while Killarney laid on for seven days and seven nights. Not one time did K hiccough or breach for a draught of beverage. His arms moved like pistons and wind mills. His eyes seared your soul. His posture, with his legs stationed far apart, stood like the rock of Gibraltar.

Justice Coon could see it all in his mind's eye and grovelled before the Defense whispering softly, "Since the Adi-Shankar and the Sutras of the 'sarirakhya bhasya', no one has held forth with such vinegar and fudge. Truly defense must be an incarnation Maha-deva or Siva himself."

On the 7th day Defense closed in like a tiger making his final crouch before leaping to kill a herd of helpless water buffalo, but just at that moment Plaintiff stood and raised his hand like an incarnation of William Jennings Bryan and declared, "I will not let you crucify this Court on a Cross of Turnips. We capitulate to the last two minutes, and the conclusion of you speech. ..

DONKEY DAVID BECKHAM regretted taking turnips from Farmer Farewell's garden. Justice Barzoom was a kind, blind Raccoon who could keep a fair tune on a banjo, guitar or 'lele.

He called the Court into Session.

And declared with concession.

That the facts dealt with Psychology and the Sacred.

Farmer, while wringing his hat in his hands, declared that the Turnips were Sacred, they belonged to him and his Brother.

Poor David's attorney, a bloke from Kilkerny introduced a book by Smith with the surname of Adam.

"I will clearly establish by this book by lauded pundit, "The Wealth of Nations", that no one has a right to claim anything until he has thoroughly discussed the point from myriad different view points. I will heave in front of Your Honour Coon and Opposing Counsel such a tirade of words that you will find nothing but delight in the concluding thoughts of the Hindu truth."

Justice Barzoom, who dwelt in the lands of the doomed, gavel whacked and crooned, "Lay on Macduff, and dammed be him who first calls 'Hold, enough'".

Jack London said that you couldn't write even one decent paragraph worth reading until you had written 100,000 words of trash, so start writing trash.

Well, we, Tom Brown and Buck White, have already written a considerable quantity of Trash. Some of it actually organized into packets that have even been appreciated by respected Civil Engineers.

We don't feel we've reached 100,000 words yet so we will take up our pen here in the ASA blog and blabber bolder broadcasts with the hope that someone will see our neophyte condition and arrange a room for us at the Funny Farm.

Of course, any essay must begin with an illustrative story, and we presume to do just that.

Respected Guru Maharaj,

Please accept my humble obeisances.  All glories to Srila Prabhupad.

Reached Singapore safely and on the way to Mumbai, very excited to see you.

Harsh Prabhu said he would be coming to the airport to receive me, thanks a lot to him.

HARE KRISHNA.

yours servant,

Raktak Das

Hare Krsna Beloved Gurudeva

AGTSP

PAMHO

The last twitter that received from u was... on February 21st

Thank u for iur communication

Jaya  Rama

Ys cmdd