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Just lift your feet. I saw the other comments about leaving in the other thread, got a twinge in my nerves, and said nothing: I thought silence was the best answer at the time. Then, like a damn seed that fell out of your hand as you were walking to the garden -- leaving you with an eventual, single tomato plant in the middle of your yard -- I coughed up the same meme that had been planted by someone else. I hate "subliminalism", it seems mystical -- but I admit I got burned by it when I mentioned you leaving.
If the others had never brought it up, it'd not have crossed my mind (and I would've never repeated it). Besides, you seem like you are some kind of super-hero with a spine coated in adamantium (see Wolverine comics for details). I cannot foresee you cutting tail and running, and I cannot fathom you being pushed out, either. I could even picture, in my mind's eye ... [reaches for Looking Glass (and you know what that means)] ... a fantastical scenario ... [scary music begins in the background] ... wherein ... [deeper voice than usual now] ... a post-apocalyptic, communist-Amerika (or a Chimerica, if you will) where everyone lost "faith" and left -- but you still keep coming back here, typing stuff like this:
Hello. Is anybody out there? I want to talk about values. Is anybody listening? Okay, understanding that others may be out there but, even though inspired, you might also be too afraid to respond (for fear that Commissar Obama would send drones to your internet signal), I'm going to just start talking. For starters, you are smart. Ask yourself why I'm not afraid of the drones. What did I figure out how to do? It has to do with how I was able to reboot this (Joe's) website without even accessing the server for it (indeed, without even using the server for it). I can't say more than that -- in case "you know who" is reading this (or a useful idiot working for him).
Now, I'm going to recite a "poem" I wrote, one that has "value" in it (if you know what I mean). In case we lose power again -- like that time way back in 2012 when Obama cut the power to 600 million people in India (as a dry-run of HAARP technology meant to be utilized during warfare) -- you are going to want to write this poem down as soon as you see it. And this part is important: write the poem down EXACTLY as you see it -- every word in the right place, every letter. It may not be obvious to you at the time, why this is so important ...
So Fred, just lift your feet.
:-)
Ed
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If you were successful, somebody along the line gave you some help. There was a great teacher somewhere in your life. Somebody helped to create this unbelievable American system that we have that allowed you to thrive. Somebody invested in roads and bridges. If you’ve got a business, you didn’t build that. Somebody else made that happen.
