Morgan really loved it when it would rain. He enjoyed feeling the large drops of water that came crashing down on his back and he couldn’t help being refreshed as he wiped the water out of his eyes and ran his wet fingers through his wet hair. But most of all, he got immense pleasure from knowing that at the same time, Amanda and the dog felt miserable. They were spirits of the sunshine, happy-go-lucky, care-free, and the rain was just too alien for them and never seemed to fit in with their plans. Morgan, however was a man of the earth, digging his pit, and always thinking of greater things. To him, the rain was a small reward for his labors, a taste of the great reward that he knew someday would be his.

“Hand me that towel,” Amanda said leaning over, trying to see Morgan as she wiped the water out of her eyes, “I’d like to dry myself off.”

Morgan said,”What’s the point? It’s still raining. You are merely going to continue to get wet.”

“I just asked you a simple favor,” she returned, “Are you going to throw me your towel or not?”

“No. It’s pointless.”

“Do you mean that it’s pointless for you to throw me the towel or that it’s pointless for me to dry myself off?”

“Both, I guess.”

The dog, hearing all this, just shook himself trying to show Amanda the simplest way to dry off and curled up under a rock.

“I’ll kill the both of you!!” Amanda screamed as she ran off, wet and muddy, into the mist.

Today Mr. Reagan did what he had to do (?)
– oh, ok Ron, sure
Today we have done what we had to do
– yeah Ron, i understand
if necessary we shall do it again . . .
– don’t say “we” Ron, say “me,” “i”
Despite our repeated warnings
– i sent no warning
Khadafy continued his . . .
– i see and what will you tell me, Ron
relentless pursuit of terror
– when the boy i love is dead
He counted on America to be passive
– and i am pursued by terror
He counted wrong.
– But Ron can count quite well
Today Mr. Reagan did what he had to do (?)
– he has a calculator
if necessary he shall do it again
– so the death count will be accurate
Despite our repeated warnings
– they shall build another black wall in Washington

Khadafy continued his . . .
– then came the men on horseback in
relentless pursuit of terror
– search of food and rest and water for their horses

He counted on America to be passive
– and they passed a restful time in the house of Khadafy

He counted wrong.
– and their number was four
Today Mr. Reagan did what he had to to (?)
– then they galloped across the sea
if necessary he shall do it again . . .
– where they found sustenance in the house of Ron and Nancy
Despite our repeated warnings
– he entertained them in his home and country an –
Khadafy continued his . . .
– open ended invitation
relentless pursuit of terror
– while the four slipped insipiently into the countryside

He counted on
– pulling the land out from under us
America to be passive
– killing the young man i love
He counted wrong
– another number for the black wall
Today Ron did what he had to do (?)
– taking the young man I love
if necessary
– is it necessary to
he shall do it again
– take your young man too
Despite our repeated warnings
– all the young men are dead
Khadafy continued his . . .
– and Ron continues his
relentless pursuit of terror.
– leaving terror to pursue us relentlessly
He counted on America to be passive
– and his movie star speeches
He counted wrong.
– and dead to count numbers on a black wall.
Today President Reagan did what he had to do (?)