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Better left Unsaid

I’ve been told that when I am angry with someone I should just write them a letter and never send it.

I’ve never agreed with that.  If I am angry at someone, I will tell them.  I reserve that line of thinking for things that are on my mind but are better left unsaid for any number of reasons.

Now, I’m a modern man, so I do not write letters just because I’m emotional and never send them – I write emails regarding something I need to tell them, then add “On a more personal note:” and then send the email sans “On a…” to the end.

The following example I wrote today to my lawyer.  By the way of back-story I should tell you that although I am not a lawyer and barely a graduate of communications (I tell people I got my BA in BS!) I have worked in and with several law firms and several lawyers.  I am decently versed in the legal realm as I have written literally hundreds of legal pieces, from motions to red-lines to emails to billing statements to HUD statements to filing ect.  I have done everything short of represent someone in court or officially give legal advise.  I have not told my attorney this, nor do I think I will.  Let it just be said – I think he is an idiot and should be brought-up for attorney review and I will be taking him to fee arb if he ever gives me the bill he has been promising for over a year.

Without further ado, here is my latest “better left unsaid” email.

_____________________________________________________________

On a more personal note:

Regarding our phone conversation the other day, you stated that my wife would not get good service in the future and has not from you thus far because you don’t like my tone and my insults (that I do not see nor know of) and I was wondering if you really meant that or if you were just blowing off steam.

Also, you did not answer the question as to whether or not your performance so far has been an example of you doing your best.  I feel it is an important question.

You admit to not noticing the court restraining me, a non party to this specific matter, and not knowing that it is not a legal or enforceable restraint because of it.  You also told me I was wrong when I pointed it out to you, but three days of research later you finally figured-out that the court cannot restrain a person who is not only not a party to the case, but had not been given notice, nor was present to defend himself.  Well thanks for finally admitting I was right for the last 9 months.

It is a matter of record that you failed to file any cross-motion as requested, as of yet, although our correspondence proves we spelled-out what the order should contain in the email last dated April 5. 2010, 87 days prior to court and 72 days prior to when the cross-motion needed to be filed.  You completely and utterly failed to be, in any way, professional and were instead improper and negligent regarding this matter. A total actus reus that should have you running to kiss my ass while informing your insurance carrier and hiring your own attorney for your review.  This isn’t my opinion.  This is a matter of fact, verifiable through court filings, billing statements, and date/time stamped correspondence between us.

Although you disagree with me on the number, we both know you missed several meetings without giving us notice – leaving us standing in your parking lot for over an hour, and have yet to respond to requests about the “bill” you have been telling me you about for about a year.

I feel like you yelled at me and spoke down to me as if I were an idiot at the beginning of the aforementioned phone conversation and it made me very upset.  I heard you tell me that I don’t know what is going on and I need to stop pretending to be a lawyer, or pretend that I have any understanding of what is going on.  I hope you understand that the reason I am dissatisfied with your service thus far is spelled-out in the preceding paragraphs.  I feel no animosity towards you or your practice.  I have not been mad, angry, ect at you or your practice.  I am just a consumer who wish to express his dissatisfaction with the services given.  There is nothing personal and I would thank you to keep your personal insults towards me to yourself.

With Warmest Regards,

Scott Sinope

Piss on you

Hello and good evening everyone out there in web world, it’s time to play another edition of  “What the f**k did that moron say?”  Are you ready?

Seriously, if you don’t know what and whom I’m talking about you are obviously new here, so let me rehash for your benefit:

1.  I live in a small rural town in New Jersey.

2. Things have worked wondrously in this township for several decades.

3. There is a drugged-out moronic hippie who is about as intelligent as a fruit fly and equally as profound.

4. She enjoys hearing herself talk and ignoring the obvious truths.  She also enjoys creating problems where there are none (or were none until she stuck her reprobatish nose into it.)

5. I have taken it to be my job to occasionally listen to the fetid bile that spews from her defecate stained lips, and respond with the obvious truth gained only from her own words (or plain reality.)

Time for a Reality Check!

There, now that we are all on the same page, it is time to begin.  I’m going to ignore several of her imbecilic excuses for writing simply because I don’t feel like wasting that much time on her worthless crap, so instead I will start with the one long post ironically entitled “too annoyed to post“.

As with most of her detestation of thoughts she has put to cyber-paper, this blog is about many different things, but is also about absolutely nothing – kind of like a Seinfeld episode, where everyone outside it knows it is fake but the actors seemingly do not and after you spend time and effort to watch and understand what is going on, it suddenly ends leaving you a little pissed at how crappy it was (boo to the final episode).

Back on her track marks – the aforementioned blog starts as a rant about the community bulletin board (that she protested against) on the field (that she protested against and tried to get the builders arrested) does not have any community news on it.

One would think this is a valid gripe, but you have to realize that she did not want the board, the land it is on, and is currently yelling about having to pay to have the board up and to change it periodically.  WELL WHICH ONE DO YOU WANT!?!?!?!!?!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?  This is a perfect example of how she can never be happy, that is unless she’s bitchin‘.

She then goes on a diatribe about how the township is kind enough to have a dump day, where residents can bring a pick-up load of junk, free of charge, because she feels discriminated against because she drives a small car and has two children and that’s not fair because most people in our town have a pick-up truck.  Well, anyone else care to point-out the obvious?  Fine, then I will.

Amelia, my dearest dirty ditzy dame, you are not being discriminated against.  I, and all of my friends, also have children.  Some of us have trucks, some of us do not.  In this situation we would babysit each others children and allow our trucks to be borrowed… how this applies to you… If you weren’t such a worthless piece of trash, if you weren’t such an annoying crabby nut case, if you didn’t attack and attempt to have arrested everyone you deal with — well — then you might actually have friends, and these “friends” might do nice things for you.  You see, you aren’t being discriminated against, your just an obnoxious bitch that no one can tolerate.

She then goes on about being able to exchange junk instead.  I might say, I agree with her to a point.  I use and utilize “freecycle”.  That is a group where to post (in your local area) usable junk you want to get rid of and look for stuff someone else considers junk.  This is a great thing.  What she wants is for junk to not be thrown out, but instead thinks it should be left next to the dumpster where several days later (while paying to hold the dumpster) pay more people to clean-up the trash that no one wanted.  She then complains about taxes.  PICK ONE!!!!!

Aside from the aforementioned “freecycle” the other thing we used to do is put our junk outside by our driveways a day before junk day.  People would drive around and cherry pick what they want before you threw it out.   Anyone out there want to guess why we can’t do that anymore?  Anyone care to guess who complained about it looking bad?  About it being a hazard?  Anyone care to venture a guess?  Hmmm?

She ends this post with two quick things; we should dump all of our local political leaders, and she demands to be allowed unrestricted access to the offices in the municipal building, were money and private papers are kept, after closing so she can use the bathroom during times the town allows others to utilize the public part of the building.  Might I add, there are public facilities available on site, but they are not good enough for her.  Might I also add that one of the times she states the town should allow her access to private offices is during movie night.  A night, (as she well knows) that no longer exists because she is a busybody who has an incessant need to stir-up trouble.  Shut-up.

(Super-cool article above!)

The next poorly thought out blog with birthing in the title is surprising to me.  I love literature and I love poetry.  All of the crap she has put on her blog has been just that, crap.  Self-serving, meaningless crap.  The poem on here is an exception.  It was well-written with a beautiful flow and a true grasp of language from the point of the  eye and ear.  Bravo.

Then, of course, she ruins this moment of beauty by not ending it where the poem ended.   She goes off on a tangent about the local government (for those of you who don’t know, she is only talking about five people,) and how we are too dumb to know the difference between what we choose and what has been chosen for us.  I will not allow myself to be offended by a moronic dirty hippie making suppositions about my intelligence.  I believe she has proven what side of the bell-curve she lies on…

Next!

Her most resent blog is aptly entitled “Incredulous”, and I say aptly because her idiotic web-log is incredulous.

Allow me to quote the sad degenerate;  “At the town meeting tonight I was speaking. I said “I can speak.” The Mayor said, “No you can’t. There is a police officer (state police man) behind you and he has a gun.” I said “What? Are you threatening me with a gun for speaking?” And he said “Its a joke”… I have been threatened with a gun by the Mayor… can prove that I was threatened with a gun by the Mayor for talking.”

(Forgive the breaks, if you wish to read it in it’s entirety, simply click the quote and you will be brought to the original posting from whence this came.)

Where to begin…

1. No, you weren’t threatened, he clearly stated it was a joke.

2. No, you weren’t threatened, “there is a police officer (state police man) behind you”.  If you were being threatened, he would have done something about it, especially because he was involved in the threat.

3. No, you weren’t threatened, he never said he would shoot you, he mentioned a separate person, the police officer, had the gun.  Are you, dearest Amelia, saying that the police really will shoot you?  Do you really believe that?  If not, I suggest you shut-up before you sling more mud at the people who serve and protect you every day of their lives, and stop besmirching them in your backwards juvenile way of trying to “get” the mayor.  It was a joke – most likely said in response to your tone.  (Can you, my faithful readers, imagine someone standing-up in a town meeting, being recognized by the committee to speak, looking the mayor in the face, getting the whole community waiting, on baited-breath, for her to speak and she only says, “I can speak.”  Imagine that!  It is either, sad, funny or infuriating depending on the person’s tone and level of mental handicap.  I can understand the mayor thinking she was joking to start!

Yes, Amelia, you and your blog truly are incredulous.

Dis-Ease

Dis-Ease

Well, we are nearing the end of National Public Health Week, and I feel sick.

It's National Public Health Week!

Between budget wars and foreign wars, between hard-line positions and political posturing, between extreme tea parties and extreme cuts and extreme threats, I think my guts have been twisted in knots. This week, I am here to help find sense and meaning in this twisted environment we find ourselves struggling to survive in.

I’ll start with all of the noxious talk about an extreme tea party.  Regardless of what side of the fence you sit-on, stand-on, or lean-to – all of the press and water cooler pontification must shake your nerves and bring a general feeling of anxiety.  To help with National Public Health problem, take my one-step solution:  Imagine an extreme tea party.  Seriously, Imagine a four-year-old girl in a frilly dress at a pink plastic picnic table gracefully serving her stuffed animals while snowboarding down a mountain before jumping off the cliff. That is an extreme tea party.  From now on, any time you hear the terms tea party, or tea party extremists, just visualize the above picture and relax.

Tea Party

Maybe enjoy a peppermint patty instead…

Extreme Tea Group
Extreme Tea Group

 

The second Public Health issue is the battle over the budget and the seemingly looming Government Shutdown.  I’ve been caught in the middle of a lot of “back and forth”s about the impending shutdown, and the questions it raised has significantly raised my blood-pressure.  First off- how can the Republicans who took office less than four months ago be blamed for not creating a budget that was due more than half a year ago (when the Democrats held the Senate, Congress, and Presidency)?  Secondly, how can the Democrats be blamed for stalling the process when the Republicans are holding things like Planned Parenthood and the EPA as fiscal hostages just for the sake of political posturing and future elections? I’m not sure about you, my back hurts from the “political posturing” I have been forced into– grabbing my ankles so elected officials can maintain appearance tends to wear on the spine.  I personally don’t care who you blame for the mess we are in today, but one thing is certain, no matter what happens I think we might need planned parenthood because at least half of us will get screwed We need leadership and action, not posturing and double-speak and pointed fingers!

Blame
“When elephants fight, it is the grass the suffers.”

 

My home remedy for these two ailments (blood-pressure soaring with deficits and threats and back-pain from “posturing”) is as simple as my first.  Stand-up straight– that’s right, stand-up for yourself and speak your mind to your elected officials.  Letting go of all of your frustrations through expression of them will lower your blood-pressure, whilst standing-up for yourself will help alleviate your back pain.

So at this point we have covered general anxiety, upset stomachs, blood pressure, and back pain.  What else ails you?

Hopefully, nothing because we can’t afford to get sick. (Just read this to learn more about “Affordable Healthcare”.)

Millions of people have made the analogy between chess and warfare, but few take it seriously.  One man, Kennith Jackson, took it to an extreme.  He was a paranoid and a murderer, but more specifically and to the point he was a chess player who took Master Sun Tzu’s Art of War as a chess player’s guidebook.

For more information on Kennith Jackson’s drug use, psychological disorders, and crimes please read Whipers: The Voices of Paranoia by Dr. Ronald K. Siegel. (It’s a great read!)

As a certified maniac and convicted killer, Mr. Jackson made a lot of nonsense and a lot of sense.   His style of chess play was unmatched in many arenas.  A cursory read of Master Sun’s great work can teach us much about life and how we can live it, and he is also a great springboard- this blog is about the combination of life, war, and chess sans the cocaine delusions.

When playing chess, or watching a game, it is widely agreed that when a player lays down his king, he is resigning- or saying they know that they have been bested.  Also, in many courts, one might see a player pick-up and remove their king from the board, as if to say, “I do not agree with the parameters of this match, and while not admitting defeat, I refuse to play you any longer.”

It is normally seen when the opposing player does not follow the ascribed rules or talks a little too much “smack” at the table, but not to the extent of disqualification.  It may seem silly, or even childish to go “I don’t like you and I don’t wanna play wif you anymore!”  What? Are you waiting for more?  That’s it, no more, no buts.

Smaller children, and smaller minded adults, may go to a further extreme.  Instead of taking their king off the board if they feel cheated or upset may swipe their hands across the whole board knocking down all the pieces, but this could be explained away by stating they were literally trying to wipe the board clean to start again, fresh.

Finally, there are other psychotic delusional people like Mr. Jackson.  They might kill you, or to a much lesser (although equally psychotic) extent do something else unheard of.  One person did.  One fellow blog writer took the opponent’s king off the board.  Picked-off all the opposing pieces off the board, then obstructed the seat so no one else could play, and then (here’s the wacky part,) continued playing the game by herself.

As much as anyone does not like opposition, as much as someone does not like losing, as much as someone does not like to admit that they do not possess the skills, ability, knowledge to come-out on top, as much as someone does not like to admit that the truth, the facts, reality, ect. are not on their side, as much as anyone can hate those things, they are a fact of life and a fact of war and a fact of chess.

Sometimes we all lose.  Sometimes we are outmatched, outwitted, outplayed, or out of luck.  As functioning adults we accept it, learn from it, grow from it.  What we don’t do is clear off only the opposite side of the table and continue to play as if nothing happened, as if there was still a game to play.

When a personal, romantic relationship goes awry sometimes they dump the party (or get dumped) and go on to the next game (tip their king, resign.)

When a personal, romantic relationship goes awry sometimes they feel so cheated they dump the party (or get dumped) and remove themselves from the dating pool and watch “LifeTime Movie Network” (take their king off the board.)

Occasionally, a person will rid themselves of everything to do with their formal flame (while occasionally applying a flame to do so!) Then after some BB&J (Beer, Ben & Jerry’s) go off to the next partner (wiping the whole board).

When a personal, romantic relationship goes awry one does not dump their partner, burn all of their objects, memories, ect, and then continues to go on imaginary dates by themselves going “Oh look hunny, this is our favorite place to eat!” to their right arm.  That person is a delusional, dysfunctional, psychotic and any clinical psychologist worth their weight in bedpans will agree.

That, in essence, is what this person is doing.  On one hand she states it is all about dialogue and discourse, comments and compliments, an exchange of ideas and democracy- but then deletes all comments that don’t fit her needs and locks her blog from public opinion, once she realizes public opinion is she’s a moon bat- nuttier then squirrel turds (while continuing to argue with former commenters and bash them and their beliefs to prove her sanity and righteousness!)

Is there a doctor in the house?

What the what?

As all of us fellow bloggers know and understand, there are ways of tracking the traffic to our sites to help us understand who is coming in to read us and, possibly what drew them in.

Other things are searches we run that search for links to our blogs.  Neat right?

Are you sitting down?   For all of you who read my writings, whether you like me or not, whether you agree with me or not, you know that I am nothing to be feared and, while towing the line of good taste, never cross boundaries.

That is why I was so surprised this afternoon.  Two of my readers came directly from the secure “bluecoat” section of the NJ State Police.  They have also linked me on a page or mass email.  Why?

What would cause this to happen?  Did someone, upset with my point-of-view, bare false witness against me?  Did the brass just find me amusing, and decided to inflict my muttering on others?

What the what?

I would expect that this is all an innocuous coincidence,  for it there was an investigation against me, they would be more discrete, not leave a virtual calling card on my dashboard– but still– the psychopath in my blogisphere has threatened me with suit and then sent her minor child to attack me (possibly to lure me-) but that begs the question of who the real threat is- the harmless writer or the parent who sends their daughter into battle as a mini-Trojan Horse, who, then, causes or incites alarm against a private individual who has done nothing wrong and directly stated he meant no harm, nor would pose no threat in prior weeks of an ongoing te-de-te.

Well, good day cruel world- and to any members of NJ’s finest, please feel free to contact me directly with any questions or comments you may have.

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I implore you world of rules and chaos, let me start this off right, give me the strength to remember what I wish to express… I love religion.  I love religious people.  I am at most a Discordian and at the least, I am atheist.

Let me attempt to explain this enigma.

To me, nothing is greater is this world then hearing a true Christian (simply because it is the religion I am most familiar with) speak and act in a way that exemplifies all of the wondrous things religion would like us to do.  To see someone act in a way towards others that could be referred to as being the mark of a good religious and moralistic  person.  It brings me tremendous hope and unfathomable joy to see that it can happen, that these people do exist, if only for that split second on the sidewalk.  It gives me hope that I may be wrong…

Normally, I am proven right again in less then a minute, but for that short period of time I know there is an ethereal paradise and I just got a glimmer of it.

As I have stated, I am not a religious person- but do these moments make me a spiritual one?  Do these glimpses of the divine give me headway into the rooms of God?  How is it that a standard hot-dog, complete with bun, eaten on Good Friday, could screw with every major religion whilst calamities prove existence?

Sorry, that last question doesn’t belong there.

Enough of the nonsense, incense and peppermints– I have been feeling aloof again.  I know- so quick to fall.  I blame it mostly on pure exhaustion.  I am a larger guy and did not get my portly pot-belly swallowing air, but for the first time I am having trouble finishing the portions provided.  Maybe my condition is a combination of exhaustion, excitement, and coldness.  This wild winter weather has been bitter.

Sorry, that last paragraph doesn’t belong there.

Assuming I am right (which I have to because I find it impossible to function otherwise,) there is no God, but possibly a goddess of chaos.  I assume this because if all I have learned about religion is right, then the only being who could be in control of this abysmal abomination we collectively call society, is a being who intrinsically lacks control.

It is possible that my mind won’t let me follow something it does not believe can exists in this world?  But if that is true, then I could never account for my absolute love of time and fascination with clocks, watches, sun-dials, calenders, ect. for time does not and cannot exist- it is something we, as a group, invented to bring about order from mother chaos.  Does that the same work as an explanation for religion? For government?  For Reader’s Digest?

Sorry, that last writer doesn’t belong here.

Ok, I have written a little about the blogger who’s inanity shocked me awake.

While looking back on what I have shared with you, the world, I notice a glaring absence.   I have decided, partly out of boredom I admit, to repost some of this person’s thoughts (or lack thereof).  I am confident that you will see that, although barbed at times, my main arguments have been based in logic and off of the writer’s words.

Here is a drastically abbreviated  look, starting with my original comment to a post in which she attacks me for pointing out obvious lies in a previous post and slandering me:

This piece is wonderfully written, but yet it lacks substance and reasoning.

  1. To start: Since your Dear Scott post, I have made no assumptions, only deductions based on your own verbiage and tone. I am not making assumptions on your character based on the winds or social misunderstandings- my inferences are based on your words, your expressed thoughts, your expressed feelings- in short, your character- which is EXACTLY HOW MLK WOULD HAVE LIKED IT.

    Secondly, there is no dialogue- you say something, I refute it on its own basis, you go off on a tangent. That is not a dialogue, that is you hiding from [it].

    Third, I can’t help but notice that everything your write about my fictional character in this novel of yours, applies much better to you then me. You are the one making assumptions (like I was making assumptions and think of you as an advisory, when I don’t) you are the one who refuses to open a dialogue, but prefer rather to throw bombs and run away. You are the one who is intolerant of the community you chose to live in. I am more then happy to entertain a dialogue with you, but you are the one who seems to be afraid and “disable dialogue with this mythic “other” regardless of the potential.”

    I’m here, I hear, and I am STILL awaiting a thought out, rational response.

  2. [writer intentionally deleted]  I can list 15 assumptions you have made.And- I am not interested in debating you, unless perhaps at a public meeting. 

    And, I am not writing this blog for you, you are an unexpected bi-product of “exposing” the kind of human who comes to the defense of undefendable acts.

    Note for novel: My antagonist says “you are the one who refuses to open a dialog”- in a comment line in her public blog…ironic right?

(This is where she starts deleting my posts instead of answering)

  1. You say, “I can list 15 assumptions you have made.” Do it.

    You say “I am not interested in debating you…” thank you for admitting you were lying about me and were really writing about yourself.

    You say “My antagonist says “you are the one who refuses to open a dialog”- in a comment line in her public blog…ironic right?” I fail to see the irony– all I see is more proof– you openly stated you refuse to open a dialogue- your public blog is not an open dialogue– and you admit you do not want it to be— you want this to be your lectern where you preach down to us and refuse to listen to your own words be used against you– that an opinion different then yours is not a welcome thing, but “an unexpected bi-product.” You are beyond words… I can’t think of anything I could say that could possibly bring into perspective your absolute absurdity and complete lack of reasoning and understanding– you are nothing more then a fascist. You preach open dialogue and openly refuse it. You preach live and let live while attacking everyone that opposing you. You are a hypocrite.

(For the record this started with her saying a prominent local figure came speeding down the road- so fast she feared for her safety- as she pulls out of her driveway!  Luckily, this speed demon was able to calmly come to a stop, sans smoke and screeching, before reaching her driveway– not that it would have mattered because she had time to stop, put the car in reverse, back-up her driveway, and make several rude comments in the 30 foot stretch that his vehicle went from NASCAR to stopped.  Anyone else care to explain the physics in this one?  I asked her, and she just insulted me and started writing about how I just want to shut down her ability to engage in politics.)

Now, I’ll admit my language is quite barbed at times, but that is the nature of my humor and is not meant to be hurtful, but if you are interested, here is the link to the lying psychopathic hypocritical hippie, whom I thank for jolting me awake with her absurdities and lies.

(Also, for the record, I know her IRL, and admire and like the people she enjoys spreading rumors and false accusations of so I was a little mad at the start, but also note there are things mentioned that are asides regarding actual happenings in the town that we purposefully do not mention directly.)

Why aren’t I surprised?

Over the last twenty-four hours I have run an experiment with you, the world, and have reached a startling conclusion:  I am not startled by the outcome at all.

I, quite obviously, posted a link on the side of my blog that states, “Don’t click here”.  In one day, over a dozen denizens of this deep micro-chasm clicked on it.

I am not joking.

While the cynic in me is not surprised at this at all, I am left with one problem: what to make of my unsurprising findings.  Should I rejoice that humanity refused to be boxed-in (please note that over a dozen is damn near everyone so far today,) that we, as a community, decided some inanimate button wouldn’t tell us how to act?

Should I be horrified that my life and musings attract people that can’t follow simple instructions?  Should I be elated that my musings attract people who refuse to be artificially contained?

Should I just feel like a total loser and jack-ass for running this experiment in the first place?  (Remember, experiments not only bring answers, but also pose questions of the examiners!)

All of that aside, I have decided that I will not take down the button.  I will leave it as a reminder to myself that following orders is not always necessary (or advisable), that following your curiosity can lead to new places, new ideas, or to disaster- but you don’t know unless you try.  Finally, I will leave it up there to constantly remind myself that, yes, I truly am an idiot and an ass.

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Hello cruel world, did I keep you long?

I’ve done my best to shut-off my mind and emotions over the last few years, save with my family, but I was recently jolted awake by a tyrannical hippy blogger’s rambling musings and false accusations.

Normally I would point-out obvious untruths, annoy them through imitation of thought and style, then fade away to ignore you, the outside world, once again with the smile of the ignorant and apathetic.

Something changed.

This time the ne’er humble blogger didn’t understand, couldn’t comprehend, failed to fathom that she had been proven, by her own words- a liar, slanderer, false profit. She was blinded TO her glaring hypocrisies instead of by them.

As a semi-professional cynic I expect the worst and most base from you, but the level to which the frelighuysen fascist so deeply descended was astonishing to me.

As an anarcho-capitalist I am never a fan of government, and like the aforementioned bothersome blogger, tend to dislike anything they do (hence my survival instinct instructing me towards the ignorance and apathy end,) but I understand the reasons for their existence and understand that, on the local level in small suburbia, our officials officiate to the best of their abilities and understanding of right and wrong.

So a cynical anarcho-capitalist is part of my ideological make-up and I understand why that forces me further to the fringe, but NEVER would act in such a manor as the furious frelinghuysen wacked-out writer. Never will I be blind to my own flaws and fallacies (of which they are many!) And never would I fully place myself above anyother, fully knowing- as a cynic- that even the dogs are above us.

Oh well, enough of my laborious long-windedness for now. Please pardon my spelling errors and such, as I am writing this on my phone without access to spellcheck.

Goodbye cruel world,
I’ll see you later.

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