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To: alt.zen
From: nedludd@ix.netcom.com(Ned Ludd)
Subject: Reprise (was: David: Do you comb alt.zen looking for my posts?)
Date: 15 Jan 1999 19:52:20 GMT

In <77o4ve$6fi@hercules.ntsource.com> grail-work@xnetsource.comm
writes: 
>
>David Oller writes:
>
>"When I go...I'm going!  No remainder."
>
>So where are you going? Is it like that "Gone...gone...gone..beyond"
>stuff?  Is that where you are "going"?  I thought there is no 
>place "to go"!
>
>David:  "If you start digging me up when I'm dead, it will be your
>own bones you have to deal with."
>
>No, I don't dig up dead people...but sometimes "deceased" people
>come to me in my dreams, and I can assure you, they are not "dead"
>but very much full of life and energy.
>
>David:  "The women who've known me would never agree with you."
>
>I could say a similar thing to you--the men who've known me (and know
>me) do not feel I am a "man hating female" (as you so abruptly
>put it).  Nor do they (and many people, including women) feel 
>I am a "stupid bitch". Or were those comments all "Tongue n' Cheek
>also", David?  You do seem to have a penchant for saying nasty 
>things and then "later" saying how it was "tonge n' cheek", don't you?
>
>David:  "The comment was "Tongue n' Cheek" I think I've told you 
>this before."
>
>Don't recall you EVER saying "before" that the comment about me 
>thriving on conflict was "tongue n' cheek".  I believe it was just 
>one more of your many many putdowns.
>
>David: "...it only makes me sad you foster so many delusions--and no 
>chance to get clear."
>
>You have no idea of what I foster and don't foster, but you *think*
>you do, and your statement about "no chance to get clear" points
>to a very judgmental mind.  The truth is, you know beans about me,
>David.
>
>Kathy
>  


                THE WONDERFUL TAR-BABY STORY

1. How Mr. Fox Caught Mr. Rabbit

"Didn't the fox never catch the rabbit, Uncle Remus?" asked the
little boy the next evening.

"He come mighty nigh it, honey, sho's you born--Brer Fox did.  One
day atter Brer Rabbit fool 'im wid dat calamus root, Brer Fox went
ter wuk en got 'im some tar, en mix it wid some turkentime, en fix up
a contrapshun w'at he call a Tar-Baby, en he tuck dish yer Tar-Baby
en he sot 'er in de big road, en den he lay off in de bushes fer to
see what de news wuz gwineter be.  En he didn't hatter wait long,
nudder, kaze bimeby here come Brer Rabbit pacin' down de road--
lippity-clippity, clippity -lippity--dez ez sassy ez a jay-bird.
Brer Fox, he lay low.  Brer Rabbit come prancin' 'long twel he spy 
de Tar-Baby, en den he fotch up on his behime legs like he wuz
'stonished.  De Tar Baby, she sot dar, she did, en Brer Fox, he lay
low.

"`Mawnin'!' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee - `nice wedder dis mawnin','
sezee.

"Tar-Baby ain't sayin' nuthin', en Brer Fox he lay low.

"`How duz yo' sym'tums seem ter segashuate?' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.

"Brer Fox, he wink his eye slow, en lay low, en de Tar-Baby, she
ain't sayin' nuthin'.

"'How you come on, den?  Is you deaf?' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
'Kaze if you is, I kin holler louder,' sezee.

"Tar-Baby stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay low.

"'You er stuck up, dat's w'at you is,' says Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'en
I'm gwineter kyore you, dat's w'at I'm a gwineter do,' sezee.

"Brer Fox, he sorter chuckle in his stummick, he did, but Tar-Baby
ain't sayin' nothin'.

"'I'm gwineter larn you how ter talk ter 'spectubble folks ef hit's
de las' ack,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.  'Ef you don't take off dat hat
en tell me howdy, I'm gwineter bus' you wide open,' sezee.

"Tar-Baby stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay low.

"Brer Rabbit keep on axin' 'im, en de Tar-Baby, she keep on sayin'
nothin', twel present'y Brer Rabbit draw back wid his fis', he did,
en blip he tuck 'er side er de head.  Right dar's whar he broke his
merlasses jug.  His fis' stuck, en he can't pull loose.  De tar hilt
'im.  But Tar-Baby, she stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay low.

"`Ef you don't lemme loose, I'll knock you agin,' sez Brer Rabbit,
sezee, en wid dat he fotch 'er a wipe wid de udder han', en dat
stuck. Tar-Baby, she ain'y sayin' nuthin', en Brer Fox, he lay low.

"`Tu'n me loose, fo' I kick de natal stuffin' outen you,' sez Brer
Rabbit, sezee, but de Tar-Baby, she ain't sayin' nuthin'.  She des
hilt on, en den Brer Rabbit lose de use er his feet in de same way.
Brer Fox, he lay low.  Den Brer Rabbit squall out dat ef de Tar-Baby
don't tu'n 'im loose he butt 'er cranksided.  En den he butted, en
his head got stuck.

Den Brer Fox, he sa'ntered fort', lookin' dez ez innercent ez wunner
yo' mammy's mockin'-birds.

"`Howdy, Brer Rabbit,' sez Brer Fox, sezee. `You look sorter stuck up
dis mawnin',' sezee, en den he rolled on de groun', en laft en laft
twel he couldn't laff no mo'.  `I speck you'll take dinner wid me
dis time, Brer Rabbit.  I done laid in some calamus root, en I ain't
gwineter take no skuse,' sez Brer Fox, sezee." Here Uncle Remus
paused, and drew a two-pound yam out of the ashes.

"Did the fox eat the rabbit?" asked the little boy to whom the story
had been told.

"Dat's all de fur de tale goes," replied the old man.  "He mout, an
den agin he moutent.  Some say Judge B'ar come 'long en loosed 'im -
some say he didn't.  I hear Miss Sally callin'.  You better run
'long."