Letters: July 2004

Written correspondences from good natured gentlemen who have read our previous installments and wish to comment on some aspects thereof.

To the Publisher,
Ms. Grunion, I would just like to point out that you are one hot piece of ass. You’re good at that editing gig, too. But damn! What a nice rack! I mean, I’ve never spent so much time in the bathroom reading a tractor magazine (except for the John Deere Catalog, 1988).
Well, anyway, I just wanted to find out more about you. Are you married? What is your favorite sexual position? How can I make my wife be more like you in every way? Are those natural? When can we expect a full nude pictorial spread in Axes & Alleys?
Please let me know if I’ve been too forward.
Sincerely,
Dr. John F. Kennedy (relation)
Pembroke College, Cambridge, UK

To the Editors,
I would like to take this most momentous and grand opportunity to craft a proper response, for publication in your letters section, to Mr. Ilich Ramirez “Carlos the Jackal” Sanchez’s letter of last month (Written Correspondences, Vol. 456-BR7 Issue 2, April 2004) stating that “there is nothing quite as cool as Quakers.”
It is a well recorded fact in scientific circles that the source of Pennsylvania’s magic is not, in fact, Quakers. Quakers have done more to denude Pennsylvania of its magicalness than any other single group.
Pennsylvania is magical because it was seeded with magical grass by an ancient Red Injun sorcerer, who thereby imbued the area with paranormal properties. As is the nature of grass, it spreads and some of these magical properties have been passed into parts of surrounding states: New York, New Jersey, Montsylvania and
by passenger pigeon to Ohio.
This dilution of Pennsylvania’s magical powers threatens the tourist industry, the environment and thus the unique nature of the state. Quakers have only sped up this process through their “peace” and their “farming.” I urge all readers to protest such acts of Quaker aggression wherever they arise.
Yours truly,
R. Bud Dwyer
Harrisburg, PA

To the Editors,
I am deeply disturbed by your recent move over the last decade towards non-tractor-related subject matter. I find this trend obscene and ask that it be stopped forthwith, returning Axes & Alleys to the pristine state it once enjoyed in tractornalia.
Once I was a businessman in a big city with a nice condo, a supermodel wife, seven figure income and the rest. At that time, forty years ago, such things were commonplace. No one was poor, mismoral or gay.
As a child I had a fascination with tractors. This waned with age as my interest in women and money grew. However, a great aunt of mine, as great aunts do, never forgot this childhood fascination and forty years ago gave me a subscription to Axes & Alleys as a birthday present.
Boy did it open my eyes! I straight away divorced my wife, quit my job and left the city for the country, shunning such a life of excess. I purchased a large tract of land in western Iowa, married a pretty farmer’s daughter and increased my profit share over the years.
I am now the Chief Executive Officer of the world’s largest agricultural interest, having brought prosperity and wealth to my adopted town, now a bustling metropolis thanks to my enterprises. I ask that you turn back to a simpler time with your magazine.
Sincerely,
John Henry,
CEO AgroFarm™
West Liberty, IW

Advertisements (Classified) : June 2004

Editor’s Note:
In order to better comply with the Classifieds Reduction and Farm Annuity Subsidy Act (2001), this will be the last installment of classified ads in this publication. Any persons wishing to place ads should contact our sister publication Go Icecream!: The Official Magazine of the Eugene, Oregon Chapter of Teddy Roosevelt Impersonators Internationale.

Thanks, and see you next month!
-Delores.

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And Now the Classified Ads
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INNOCULATIONS!
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Last page of magazine, formerly classifieds, now great ad space! Contact Delores at “A&A”

Several Poetical Stanzas from H.G. Peterson

“The Poe of Esperia”

H.G. Peterson is the Director of Children’s
Pop-Up Literature at the United States Library
of Congress. He is an internationally recognized
authority on 19th Century whaling vessels.

World War Two: A Poem

Well ol’ Mister Winston Churchill insists
We’ll never surrender despite the Blitz
The British Empire should never fear
Just offer up blood, sweat, toil and tears
The Nazi’s have armies and much air power
But this will be Our Finest Hour

Herr Hitler on the other hand
That angry vegetarian
Had Panzer armies attack East and West
Because he thought Aryans were the best
The Germans picked quite a few fights
And France surrendered in three fortnights

Hiro Hito and the Japanese
Were conquering islands with the greatest ease
They took Manchuria and the Philippines
And Indo-China and all those pacific scenes
Ruled that whole Ocean with a mighty fleet
And an army that knew not defeat

Then in a day that lives in infamy
The Arizona was sunk by the Japanese
Pearl Harbor the US vowed to remember
For the Axis powers they’d dismember
MacArthur and Nimitz moved toward Japan
While upon Germany bombing runs were ran

But the Russians were in a hell of a state
With Nazi’s at the Moscow gate
So Stalin sent millions of guys into the attack
to drive the fascist invaders back
At Stalingrad, on the Volga’s banks
And on the steppes with guns and tanks

Then on D-Day Normandy was liberated
When the British and US troops invaded
Though the Bulge was quite a threat
The Germans had had their match met
The Russians poured in from the East
And the American advance refused to cease

In ‘45 it all fell down
When the Allies marched into Berlin town
The Axis situation became quite dire
With Hitler in a ditch on fire
The Germans surrendered, every man
But we still had to defeat Japan

The Japanese weren’t doing to so hot
For all their transports with torpedoes were shot
They had no oil with which to fight
Their navy had an awful plight
Lots of planes shot down and carriers sunk
Too many ships now underwater junk

Even kamikazes wouldn’t stop their foes
Nor banzai attacks and their deadly blows
Though the Japanese did really try
To make the American armies die
Continual attacks with the B-29s
Destroyed much behind enemy lines

The US liberated the Philippines lands
And landed on the Okinawan sands
Then we island hopped to Iwo Jima
And dropped The Bomb on Hiroshima
Thus after our nuclear adventure
The Japanese could only surrender

We had a party when we got the news
And so we called it World War II

A Special Scientistics Section

An In-Depth Exploration of That Which Provides Sustenance and Balance for the Savage Realm

The Food Chain

Food Chain

The MAN kills the ELEPHANT for his IVORY, which the MAN sells for MONEY.

With the MONEY, the MAN can by BANANAS to feed MONKEYS.

MONKEYS plow fields and grow WHEAT.

Other MONKEYS bake BREAD from the WHEAT.

That BREAD ends up on your table thanks to the food chain and cheap MONKEY labor.