We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Mr B, will Main St now trump Wall St? Sorry to hear of all your dental woes. I think someone slipped you that cherry bomb, instead of the smoke bomb you thought you were getting. Look on the bright side, at least you don't have a piddle problem. My father, and Uncle warned me years ago about this. It occurs after peeing, after you put your unit away it starts to pee again getting your draws and pants wet. I vowed this would never happen to me, so when it did occur; I took out my appendage,and started to choke it, like as if somebody owed me money, then I slammed the toilet seat on it, a few times. Whats a good beating amoungst friends. To this day the problem has gone away. I think fear, and a good beating was the trick.I don't know what to tell you about your teeth. I hope I'm not sharing to much . . . . . . : )
Interesting choice of words because the word fascinating has occurred to me several times in the past week. I'm not pleased by turmoil for its own sake, but destruction is essential to creation and it will happen so long as there aren't serious obstacles to creative activity. I don't pretend to know what government intervention, if any, is necessary or possible to prevent a catastrophic meltdown, but the basic idea that some things weren't working and must go (like insane borrowing beyond means) isn't depressing--it's hopeful.