Saturday November 06, 2010
One of the awesome things about having grown old is being able to differentiate the battles you might be able to win from those you haven’t a prayer of winning. I have realized this week that it’s futile to rage, rage against the dying of the light of American voter intelligence, have heard the grass growing, have read the writing on the wall. It’s ever…
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