The FCC, through Barry Soetoro's crony schoolmate, have taken the bait.
Say no more. This is my FINAL POST for Wittgenstein
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Perhaps . . . I'll start another blog with less zeal, but this 2-year journalistic experiment is over, my agenda illustrated, hopefully with a legacy of humor being left behind. And though Exile may be a precondition for Redemption, I can't sit and wait behind my computer screen. There's too much real life going on to spend venting my frustrations about "the Law," as a wanna-be William Blake, scrivening in artful obscurity. Not to worry. Good men must do something in the face of evil, but I pray someday we also gain the wisdom to know when to do nothing. So long, and thanks for all the fish . . . I'm outta here.
I'll see you on the golf course. Par is doomed.
© 2010 Roy Barin Santonil
I have carried a heavy load on my back ever since I was a boy. I realized then that we could not hold our own with the white men. We were like deer. They were like grizzly bears. We had small country. Their country was large. We were contented to let things remain as the Great Spirit Chief made them. They were not, and would change the rivers and mountains if they did not suit them.
I am tired of fighting.... from where the sun now stands, I will fight no more.
Chief Joseph of the Nez Pierce (1840 - 1904)
There is nothing new under the sun.
Ecclesiastes 1:9
If you cannot. Then I will take up the reins. The task will require some assistance, which I will, in time, ask you to provide. In the meantime, the Dannos are preparing for their 25th without a clue as to what will develop from a cast of ne'er do wells who have apparently done quite well, but that remains to be seen.
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