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Good Evening Folks:

Well afteryears of using this Blog spot I was unable to use it due to illness, but cannot do so as I do not have a smart phone.

This is embarrassing and awarkward for me. I recently decided aster 63 years of marriage to the smartest, most beautiful in the world, and during the time I was beqting my head on the wall trying to come up with some way or ways to fix up out 100 year old house, in which we have lived for 50 years and it is REALLY needing a facelift and some ad ons. SO I reluctantly signed on to gofund me, figuring if enough folks sent me even one dollar(or whateverthey can afford) it wouldn't feel so much like begging. I was always thought that I would get a rate of pay and other rewards if I did my job well and worked hard.

In 1968 I took a position with Allied Chemical, as a lab analyst and worked hard, did my job, was told by some supervisors that I did a good job so I continued apace. Then in the summed of 1985 I had a serious accident at the plant and after Spinal surgery (who, I was to find out later, the Surgeon  was addicted to Morphine and other drugs, and consequently, I awakened unable to walk without assistance, and was placed on Disability Payments, by Disability was very small compared to what I had been working, so I requested a return to work with, in consideration, a result of an on the job injury could I please return to work on light duty (perhaps desk job) and was told in no uncertain terms that I could only return to the same amount and conditions of work that I was before the accident. Since this was clearly impossible, I had to remain on disability. And so the years of our poverty began. My wife returned to job that she had left to take care of me, and that helped a lot, but the bills piled up and our house degraded. So. . . This (go fund me) I s the only thing I have left to repair and add on to this old house.

I will soon be 83,and my wife 81, or I wouldn't be doing this now.

I hope you can tell, by my words that I feel so much like I am begging, but this is all I can do. I haven't told my wife what I am doing, so she may hit the roof, but I don't know what to do.


I am so sorry to beg,

Jack Piper

The 4433278365377784046'd Election

Good Evening Folks:


I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that most of you normal (not politicians) folks are, as I am, sick and damned tired of seeing and hearing nothing but the news of this  regularly scheduled, so called, nauseating mess known as the Election season.


I know more than I like about the damned mess, due to its being on the Television and Newspapers CONSTANTLY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


It wouldn't be so bad if we had two candidates who each had an I.Q. equal that of a cross between a Hyena and a cannibal, Although that's not really fair to these two ' why", you ask, well to start and end with, neither of these two mammals is running for office. At least not so far..


I guess we shouldn't be surprised, given the facts. First of all there was the 17 would be Presidents on the Republican ticket and Bernie "I don't like anything" Sanders and Miss "I CAN't tell lie" Clinton.


I tell you this makes me pine for old Bill (I DID NOT HAVE SEX WITH THAT WOMAN). (SHE HAD SEX WITH ME) (AND IT WAS GREAT).


After hearing Hillary give her Speech for oh about 2000 times, in which about the only thing she changes is" I might have for I did not", or, "I probably did for "It slipped my mind". I would retch if it wasn't so stupid.


And theres old Donald, "I"m pretty sure I graduated from the first grade"


(Good old "What Wig").


I've sort of been keeping track of the Donalds  progress, and as I told my wife" I just can't quite figure it out" I don't have the foggiest idea of how this bozo won even one contest.


Well I don't know about you but I am going to write in Jeb Bush and call it a day.


Stay Well


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New or formerly abnormal

Good Afternoon all


I should say before I write this that I am quite certain the following words will have the effect of infuriating some, sneering by others, agreement by a few, hatred by a goodly number and applause by those of you, who like I, remember what I love to call the good old days.
In the past days, 9 people were killed in a Church, during bible study by yet another young white guy who I 'm pretty sure was nutty as a fruitcake. Now this was a Tragedy, in the fullest sense of the word, and all decent minded and law abiding citizens will grieve  at this horror.


But.


The flag flying near a Confederate Memorial had absolutely nothing to do with this tragedy. I will not contest that the young nut had such a flag (small and cheap) in certain photos, but I am reasonably sure that the person who sold this young nut his Pistol  saying"Now, before I can sell you this gun you have to sign this affidavit saying that you actually love all others of whatever race, but you are sure that it will be a civic service if you kill a bunch of people, and wouldn't do so except that the confederate flag made you do it. " Either that or a Unicorn told you do it" or if you really want to say that you're just a flipping nut who never amounted to anything and never expect to, you will be in the minority in any list of crazy folk. Amen.


Okay, glad I cleared that up, as I just love rearranging History to suit myself and the TV networks.


Now, to make a bunch of changes, all states and the Federal Government should immediately remove every single Statue in Washington D.C. and anywhere in any state to make damn sure that we don't have a statue of a racist anywhere. Then just to cover all bases, let's change the name of the National Association of the Advancement of Colored People to the National Association of the Advancement of All People.


Now while I am in a silly frame of mind, lets take a look at the latest comedy performed by the Supreme Court.


As you surely know, the court ruled that it is now legal for a man to marry another man, his German shepherd, the neighbors goat, another neighbors drill press or his Cedar Tree. It is Instead illegal for a Man or Woman to Marry anyone of the opposite sex. Unless they promise to convert to Homosexuality in any of its varied forms. That ought to clear up all pressing matters of the past week.


But, I digress (which I love to do)
Concentrating on the space cadet who murdered all those people in a S.C. Church. If I could have gotten to him in time I would have suggested that he was  he act like any other kid his age and stay home, collect comic books, Hack other people's Computers and squeeze Pimples.
If this Yahoo indicated that he was disinclined to do these things, I would have put his ass on an Airplane with a one-way ticket to the Congo.


Well, I guess I have horrorified enough people for now.
Stay Well


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Oh Me!

Good Evening folks:

Well I guess Donald Trump's argument pertaining to Immigrants is getting awfully close to be a good idea for our nation. The actions of just TWO immigrants in killing 14 of our citizens and wounding many others sort of cements the argument of The Donald, Not So?.

I have been edging closer and closer to believing this Nation is going to have to Limit our population.

Close all our Damn Borders except for Canada and examine our so called Allies closely.

Require all our young College Graduates to a 2 year period of service teaching in an impoverished area e.g. West Virginia, An Indian Reservation, and etc. At least it will give them a taste of earning one's living and get them out from under their parents roofs.

AND NOW FOR THE PARTS THAT WILL PEOPLE SCREAMING INTO THE STREETS AND IN SEARCH OF MY SCALP.

eliminate eliminate eliminate ALL sports scholarships!!!

If as a population feel that we must have College sports Teams, Hell, go out and hire atheletes, this would perhaps satisfy all those couch "Alumni"

most of whom never went to college anyway. And then, Dear Hearts, the slots previously filled on Counterfeit papers by Lummoxes who contribute nothing but entertainment would be available for Students who could not previously pay for an Education.

I guess one of the things that make me see Red when I am reading the Paper and I see where the Coach of the University of Kentucky Basketball Corporation tells his incoming Freshmen , attending free of charge, and told by good old Coach whoever "I want one and done players to come to the U.K. he babbles. You play )One year for me and I'll guarantee you'll be drafted by a sports franchise."

Yep, it's the truth. I swore before all the primary elections to not let the stupidity of all this electoral nonsense get to me, but 17 would be candidates is just too silly to contemplate. It now appears, that against all odds, those candidates have been filtered out that Mr. Trump will be the Republican Candidate when Election time rolls around.
Whether or not he will be a good candidate remains to be seen, but one thing for sure. If, at the beginning, someone told me that he would be "The Chosen One", I would have thought this person had a hole in his head.
Now, for the Democratic Candidate. Personally I like Bernie Sanders. He too has defied all odds and beaten Hillary Clinton in many of the States.
All the Pundits are saying that Hillary will still easily be the Candidate, but I think that perhaps we should wait and see.


Well thats' all for now.


Stay well and enjoy the Political Fireworks.


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A GREAT MAN AND A GREAT FOOL

Good Evening:

Just a few notes on things I've seen lately , some of which astounded me and some irritated me.

In the news for the past few days is the nearing of the spacecraft New Horizons to the Dwarf Planet Pluto.

As some of you know Pluto was discovered in 1931 by Clyde Tombaugh, a farm boy who was fascinated by Astronomy, but , owing to the failure of the crops in his family farm, he had to postpone (and as far as he knew then, forget about) College to study this science. He none-the-less continued, in his space time, which those of you who have lived on a Farm, know there is precious little, the study of the Planets he could see, first in a small Sears-Roebuck telescope, which almost immediately proved much too small, so he began building his own. He build something over 20 telescopes, and like a true man of science, he was always seeking to build a better, bigger one.

This Man is the type of man I think of when I think of Common sense. He was offered a job in an observatory after his discoveries, still without a college education, and only after he had firmly established himself as a would-be man of science, did he attend College, Getting several Degrees and ultimately becoming a Professor.

As I say this is a man with common sense. And he is the good side of the coin.

Now if we take a bright shiny counterfeit coin from our pocket, and let it represent a Man named Alan Gribben, who earned his notoriety, after his College Education and multiple degrees, by one simple act that I will focus on.

Mr. Gribben, a fine example of an educated jackass, chose as his signal work, a purging the Novel Huckleberry Finn, as fine a novel that has ever been written in my estimation, of all that sticks and stones word nigger, and changing it to "Slave".

This is Mr. Gribbens contribution to our Literature.

I wonder, if next he will, after notifying the press, take copies of all the books which have something in their words to make Mr. Gribbens Elbow Patches fall off, and take them to street and burn them.

Can you imagine the ego of this man, to think that he knew more than Mark Twain.

Now I formerly earned a Living as a Uranium Chemist, and I would never dream of crossing metaphorical swords with good Ol'Alan. bUT I CALLS 'EM AS I SEES "EM.

Sic Semper Adolf

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Politics and other curse words.

Hi there sports fans.


Well its that time again. The time when all television stations feature nothing but politics. BLEAH!


It seems that every single pundit who jumps into the foray issues comments which, I think, they want us to believe. We are supposed to take as gospel every half-assed word that these fools excrete.


At the moment I am incensed by the so called commentator, Jon Steward. At times his show slips into sensible waters, but at the present, he seems to have pulled off his sup-hose and waded into Cow Shit.


His latest target, out of all the possible targets out there is Donald(I'm Richer than God) Trump. I am not a fan or supporter of  "the Donald" BUT he has a right to say whatever he wants. Mr. Stewart (nee Leibowitz)  apparently does not believe in the First Amendment.




WAKE UP JON, IF NOT FOR THIS AMENDMENT YOU WOULD NOT HAVE A SHOW  !!


Sheesh!


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Danger-danger-danger

Good Afternoon.
Those of you who are operating a windows program on a computer whose warranty expired sometime ago, will be, in all probability,receiving a call fom an East Indian saying that they (?) see a virus (or wirus) on your computer, and they sound like they are with Windows and tell you they will remove this contamination. then a box comes up that asks , among other things,  to click on a box saying (paraphrase) that you trust this program. I would not click this box and asked this Tiger bait how did I know he was trustworthy and he just kept repeating cleek the box sar. I told him that this was the second of these calls I had received in the past few weeks and the previous one cost me $119.00 and asked him how much THIS call would cost me, and he said "at least $100.". I told him I was going to notify the Fcc and the Ftc and to never, ever call me again. 
SO IF YOU VALUE YOUR SANITY, YOUR HEARING, AND YOUR BANK ACCOUNT IF YOU GET ONE OF THESE CALLS JUST HANG UP.

BEST

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Insurance Companies and other Lesions.

LIKE A GOOD NEIGHBOR (WHO HATES YOU)

All you folks out there who have State Farm Insurance, I would like to say just one thing; YOU HAVE MY DEEPEST SYMPATHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!also^!^!^!^!^!!!!!!!and!!!occasionally!!!!!!!!!!!!!furthermore!!!!! and then pull the letter from the President and CEO of State Farm saying they would never cancel my policy, plus!!!!!!!!! and finally a pox on their house( and here I might get my revenge, for if they (state farm) has State Farm Insurance, to put it simply but succinctly  THEY ARE NOT ONLY ON THE HORN'S OF A DILEMMA, THEY INVENTED THESE ACCESSORIES OF THE BOVINE POPULATION (but refused to Insure them and their victims) so there, their House (complete with pox) WILL NOT BE INSURED.

Whatever you do, DO NOT say anything good  (as I foolishly did) about State Farm Insurance.

I have had the above named insurance since 1958 and frequently recommended this Company to a considerable number of folks.

That is, until one day a neighbor mentioned to me that he had seen Raccoons hanging on one of my upstairs window, appearing to chew on the wooden part.

I cannot climb stairs anymore due to impaired health so I had no occasions to be upstairs for a couple of years, but after my neighbor's remark, I went up the stairs stopping at each stair to catch my breath and allow my B.P. to go down a little, and when I finally got to the top where I could inspect the windows, I almost fainted. Nearly every window had  the muntins, (Mullions?) State Lines? Goalposts? (well whatever the wooden dividers between the glass are called. partially or wholly chewed upon, to the point where the glass was almost ready to fall out. I then went to the Attic access door and opened it. MY LORD !! I with I hadn't. Not only were there signs of
raccoon occupation, there were actually a family or two of Raccoons staring at me, as if to say, What the Hell do you want?!!.

I slammed the door and nearly fell down the stairs and called a Window company to come out and replace nine windows in the upstairs of our home, which was done in about a month, AFTER I had killed about six or eight of the filthy Animals residing in my Attic.  When the window companies men came out and replaced the windows, one of the men happened to ask me who I had my Homeowners Insurance with. I guess, No I know, that Old Age has made me stupid but that was the first I had even THOUGHT about Insurance. I told the fellow that I had State Farm Insurance, and he shook his head, petted me on the shoulder and sighed, saying, good luck!

I wasn't sure what he meant then, but I do now. BOY DO I KNOW!

I called State Farm (Motto, we'll bring the Vaseline) and told my agent that I wanted to file a claim he sighed deeply, as If I had Stolen his Dog, Wrecked his car, sabotaged his computer, pee'd on his lettuce and raped his Wife and his Postman, then said in a weary, tote that Bale voice, Okay (Sigh) Jack (sigh)what(sigh) is (sigh) the trouble (looooong sigh). I told him what the trouble was and the said in a Voice like he worked for the Pharoh, who wanted to change the design of the Pyramids to Round, with window boxes, just get  two or three thousand estimates, pictures, statements from the Raccoons AND their Union (The Amalgamated, Occupational Fraternity of snakes,harpies,infections Tax,' shit,' and he would let me or my survivors know when, after the Congress of Insurance next met, (approx. 3001-A.D.) what I needed to do next, and sighed again.

At this point I started calling Funeral Homes and Insane Asylums inquiring about vacancies, .but they were all booked up due to a rash of Insurance problems "Damndest thing I ever saw, said the guy at the Funeral home. We had to pick up suicides and Heart Attacks on school buses, got em stacked up like cordwood in our freezer downstairs, 'N had to order embalmin fluid a 55 gallon drum at a time, 'N if this keeps up we'll have to order it by tank truck. "Wow", I said, "I guess the Coroner is about run ragged." "Well he were, the Director said, "But he's okay now, he's with Jesus, or will be if I ever get far enough down in the stack to find him".

I thought I was being honest, until my claim for the replacement of eight of the windows (The ninth one hadn't yet been chewed upon,) was denied , as I had no pictures of the Raccoons at their work. but I replaced it anyway and paid for it myself) and even went sofar as to tell the National Claims director "If you think I am lying about the damage to the windows, just don't pay me (she didn't). At this point, the Insurance Company has sent us a couple of checks, well, actually three, with a promise of one more to come, if, after the repairs are completed, and their adjuster examines the house and is satisfied. I'm taking bets and so far the "won't be's are ahead about 161 to 3of the will be's

IN DEFENSE OF BOOKS

Good Afternoon.

My wife and I are contemplating a move to a different Town and State.

As anyone who has ever moved can tell you it's one heck of a job.
Apart from Selling one's House (2 in our case) deciding what to move and what to sell or discard are just some of the 1001 things we have to do in order to move. Obviously Old Aunt Agnes' circa 1890 Corset need not make the journey, while Auntie's set of solid silver tableware will most obviously make the trip. (Ed note, it should be noted that in truth, neither my wife nor myself had an Aunt Agnes, nor did anyone leave us a Corset, OR a Solid Silver tableware set. ) As one goes through the somewhat timeworn possessions, keeping this, discarding that, donating this to Goodwill or that to the Salvation Army. Tossing the pants that will never, ever fit me again, unless I'm about to run out my personal clock of life, in which case I'll most likely be wearing Pajamas and drool. We will keep a few articles of clothing that while dated, hold some sort of nice memories for us.
We'll keep those articles of furnishings that we most favor, sell some , give some away, and set others out on the curb, hoping someone will "steal" them during the night. We'll take our T.V. s as they are fairly new. Take our keepsakes that have meaning for us, and winnow down the rest, so as to cut down on Moving Costs.

Then comes those items that are necessities to us. All our Family Photographs, Vacation souvenirs, Perhaps even dig up a small shrub or some flower bulbs to plant in our new location.

Then. .. . Comes the Killer. Books and Magazines. Forgive the needless Capitalizations, but these things are really the staff of life to my Wife and I. My wife loves in addition to her hundreds of  books, Magazines. In fact, she owns,in addition to her many books, by actual count, enough magazines to equip all the Dental and Medical waiting rooms, and Barber and Beauty shops in the U.S. and several English Speaking Countries, as well as her books, while I, simple soul that I am, own almost entirely Books.(At this point I should confess that I Do subscribe to one Magazine, a Magazine about books.)

To me, Books are the standard of the staff of life. As Thomas Jefferson said, "I Cannot live without books". And the more rustic Abraham Lincoln went down in History as saying "My best friend is the Man who brings me a book I ain't read"! (And yep, he did say Ain't), so while I'm about the distance to the Moon and back behind these two Giants of History in terms of  accomplishments, the three of us share the Love of Books. Now that, other than the three of us being of the sex and species that normally wear trousers and mind our Wives and Superiors, who, as any fool knows (and who wants to stay in tolerable good health,) are one and the same, do, I'm proud to say, share at least this.

So as the job of winnowing proceeds apace, one thing is for certain. My wife will move her Magazines and I'll move my books if there is room in the truck and my Wife will let me, and by the way. I'm talking about REAL books of paper and Ink, not those instruments , of the devil, The Kindle, and it's kin.

My love of books started when I was a child of about 8 years of age. For some reason, perhaps a request on my part, I received a book, whether for Christmas or a Birthday I don't recall, but the result was that I was firmly hooked on books. As a child, and even on occasion as an Adult, I have mentally shared the feats or fears of the proponent of whatever novel I happen to be reading, for I, as does a Physician friend, read books mainly for escapism. Of course, none of us can really escape the world we live in, whatever trials we happen to be undergoing, current illnesses and so on, but we can sure try.

I can recall, as a child being stunned when I accompanied my Dad to pay our rent, and saw in the home of the landlord what seemed to me to be almost endless book cases full of books. I never had thought overmuch that people actually kept books once they had read them, but from that day on, I did so. Other than whatever few books one of my family happened to own, our literary holdings consisted of the Bible, a set of Comptons encyclopedias, that my Dad had purchased from a pretty Red Headed Door to Door Saleslady. In so doing he obtained three things. 1. was a time payment plan for the books, 2. was the books themselves and 3. was the everlasting habit of my Mom periodically "Mentioning" the saleslady, until all of us could recite her speech exactly.

The rest of the reading material in our home was largely sporting Magazines, as all the men in the family enjoyed Hunting and Fishing. We lived in the country, about five miles from the nearest town, so I was a total stranger to the county Library. As an adult I have tried my best to make full use of the library of any Town we were currently living in. My wife and children were no less faithful patrons of these Treasures of free entertainment and learning.

But for the rest of my life, up until now, I have always loved books and the view of a large and chock full bookcase still thrills me. I had rather hold in my hands an actual, printed, paper and cardboard or leather book than the most expensive E reader available. Books to me smell good, and its a thrill to turn to page one of a new book and hear the rustle of the pages. Holding an E reader, however, is about like holding any other palm sized Electronic, batteries not included, gadget.

Recently I heard someone say "I would forecast that, within five years all printed on paper items will be gone". I hope this worthy was wrong.!

All that I or anyone can really know and appreciate are things that appeal to them, or me. I think that one of the first thing my wife and I did, in our first little and neat New Orleans Apartment, once we both had jobs, was to join a book club, and somehow procure something like a bookcase. today, about 60 years later, we still have a couple of those books from that era. Throughout the years and through all our travels, we have endeavored to keep those books, plus the hundreds we have acquired over the years.

Books serve two purposes to me: Education and Amusement. I have a number of books to refer to when I run across a knotty question(and the older I get, it seems there more and more of such questions) for example, I have a copy of the Federalist Papers, which I mainly procured to look up things discussed by people who are vastly smarter and better read than I. I once said "I can't get through a William F. Buckley column without 2 books by my side. And they were of course, the above mentioned Federalist's and a Dictionary, and occasionally a Bible. Recently our local Library had a book sale, towards the end of which books were going for One dollar per  bag full. Among the books I bought was, I thought, a Biography of William F. Buckley. It wasn't until I got it home that I tardily noticed that it was actually a Bibliography. Now I have little or no use for this volume, but I still marvel at a person who wrote so many Books, Articles, editorials and other columns, that they require a rather thick, Hard Bound book to list them all. We are not supposed to envy, but in this case I sure do.

Now that Mr. Buckley has gone to that great symposium in the Heavens, I have to use the same references when I read George Will.. If it sounds like I cannot think for myself, that, now, is sadly becoming ever more true with each passing year. I still enjoy it when I can remember this or that in History or Today's happenings, but it is getting more difficult. I can, however, read for enjoyment and still to this day recall the titles and Authors of Decades ago, and at my age this is getting to be all I can do. that and a little foray into attempting to at least start trying to write a Novel, which may never be published or even finished.

So, for heaven's sake, whatever your age read, read, read and write, if you are not satisfied with what you have written, stick it in a file and try again.
I have what amounts to the beginnings of two Manuscripts, which may or may not be the embryos of someday books.

Well, I'm tired, and can will imagine you are too.


Keep reading and stay well.
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THE PASSING SCENE

GOOD EVENING:

just some common sense tips for those who've forgotten;

If you shoot at a Police Officer, don't be surprised if he shoots you back.

Some old tips

Don't go out with your fly down.

The easiest thing to do is to tell someone what they should do, particularly if its to not do anything stupid.

If you hate this country enough to burn our flag, Move to Saudi Arabia and try burning their flag. But have your next of kin info tattooed on your chest first.

Remember, I before E except when it ain't.
Don't use contractions unless you want to.

REMEMBER; COURAGE IS NOTHING BUT BEING THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS HOW TERRIFIED YOU ARE.

HOW'S THAT ?

Stay well and read the funnies, and if you read the editorials wear gloves.

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LES SAUVAGE`

GOOD MORNING ALL

WELL ONCE AGAIN THE SAVAGES HAVE STRUCK. IF YOU WATCH THE 'NEWS' YOU ALREADY KNOW OF THE ATTACK BY THREE HEAVILY ARMED GUNMEN WHO ATTACKED THE OFFICES AND PERSONNEL OF A FRENCH PERIODICAL KNOWN FOR ITS PURPOSELY SILLY CARTOONS AND EDITORIALS.

AND FOR THIS, IN THE MINDS (AND I USE THE WORD DELICATELY) OF SO CALLED MUSLIM FAITHFUL, THEY SHOULD BE KILLED.

THIS IS, OF COURSE, AN ATTEMPT TO SILENCE ANY OF THOSE WHO WOULD DARE TO SAY ONE WORD ABOUT ANY OF THE TENETS OR WRITERS WHO IN THE SPACE WHERE MOST PEOPLE HAVE BRAINS, HARBOR NOTHING BUT A FEAR OF HONEST DIALOGUE AND HONEST LABOR.

FOLKS, WE ARE, I FEAR, ENTERING THE FENCEROWS OF A NEW AND USELESS WORLD WAR, AND  THE FOOLS WHO USE THE KORAN AS AN EXCUSE TO CHANGE THE WORLD TO SUIT NO ONE BUT THEM ARE THE ONLY ONES TO BLAME.

THIS HAS BEEN TRIED BEFORE, AND NO DOUBT WILL BE TRIED AGAIN, AND IT HAS ALWAYS FAILED.