posted by eccentric recluse at 1:31 PM
I am a middle aged, retired curmudgeonly type, who keeps to himself and sometimes reminds others of a serial killer. I am gratified that you are taking the time to read this, but still I wonder; what brings you here? was it the 'next blog' button? anyway, welcome. Feel free to comment, I will feel free to bleep 'em out if I think it necessary. My posting style is a subtle blend of chaos theory and jazz/bop riffing, fed by the stacatto notions that seem to appear on one neural synapse or another. I apologize in advance for any spelling, grammatical or syntax errors that you might find--my style requires that I ennunciate these thoughts quickly, before my attention span shifts....
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I heard a great quote yesterday on an NPR podcast, attributed to Clarence Darrow which went something like, I have never wished a man dead, but I have read many an obituary notice with great satisfaction.
I have already heard a couple of people struggling with the seminal thoughts that must be a precursor to many a conspiracy theory, that go something like this: 1.) I don't know all the facts. 2.) I will fill in the gaps based on what seems like the most fun. 3.) Ergo: they really didn't find and kill him, otherwise they would have strapped him to a pole on a horse drawn wagon and paraded him through New York City. He is really safe in a cave (which is cleverly outfitted with 220V outlets and a dialysis machine, since they are so technologically advanced,) or possibly on a UFO, or in the center of the Earth, or on an Island off of Crete with JFK and Elvis.
But, yeah. Good.
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