President George Washington in Galactic Higher Intelligence. Galaxy M100.

Reminder from George Washington..."We're the American Revolution, Green, the American Revolution... Mexican communists should stay in their own neighborhood, but pet them on the nose, you see." By now President Washington is beginning to seem more like a native American Indian, hence the feather headdress. Actually, I was raised with the American Revolutionaries and am extremely fond of our U.S. Constitution and Bill of Rights, which tends to insure and emphasize personal liberty. I can say the Pledge of Allegiance to our Flag without qualms, unlike visitors and foreign agents who might be blamed for it when returning to their home turf.
I seem to detect that President Washington is pursued by a turkey with a dog's head in the background. I mean, the turkey thinks that it is a personal pet of the President's until disappointed by preliminaries to Thanksgiving Dinner. I have an All-Church Thanksgiving turkey dinner to attend this evening, a church banquet. It's what I am pursued by. I have a turkey in the freezer, too. Like George, I am still leaning and clean-shaven, and still patting English-speaking peoples on the nose with free educational material that I verbally render in American English. I have also sold multi-lingual people on my English essays in book form in Germany, France, Switzerland, England, in the Spanish-speaking world, Russia, China, and I don't know everything about where it all goes...mostly to the USA.
As for my beard, like Timothy Leary I'll grow one eventually to cover the wrinkles when that gets out of hand, covering the problem over with white scrub. That's how I finally get to be the The Old Man in the Moon, the one with the beret on next to the comparatively dangerous black bearded fellow resembling old co-worker engineering technician Steve Friedman, formerly of Honeywell DCPD in Tampa. It takes a while for the big picture to develop fully as my lifetime syncs up with final details. Long live the See of Serenity. From NGC 2264 higher realms I see I finally get on top of being a bright boy with a resume WUF balloon and a wig, and proceed to live a bit more like a king at the party as a bearded man, finally, later in the "twenty-furriest" century. Right now, I've got to get back to work on more money, another lady friend, more party experience... Internet I've got plenty. You'll like it even better when everything is apparently 10 times as fast and there's more rendered in Flash. At this point we're partially using it as a kind of Ouija board for communicating with Higher Intelligence in the Universe via right hemispheric revelations culled from the cloud-tops.

Leo yaks at length into an Internet bag, showing his tongue over Wichita, Kansas to indicate that this is where Jim Green is. It reminds me of the id projection loose on Forbidden Planet without his place on the flying saucer, the inner spirit of Dr. Edward Morbius as rendered by Walter Pidgeon. I show up in the electric fence around your eyes like an image in the hazy mirage over the USA, with huge stellar energies to back up the show and a molecular structure renewed from one microsecond to the next. Here Leo's generative parts seem to include Washington, D.C..