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Been called crazy enough to fill a couple of handbaskets; so I dumped them out and paddled myself across the sea. While the dream makers had spun their golden webs and most Americans tried to hitch a ride on one or another bubble, I sat on the sidelines and tried to find a tribe. For years I did not. Now in a foreign land, I reap the loneliness that lay beneath my words for years. Whoever reads these words should expect hard times ahead, and no silver bullet or happy ending. Fortunately, most are smarter than I. Here's hoping you work fast, as well!
Poppycock? Bananas!
Why is this not a surprise? It's the Crusades 8.0
Had it once, in my yunger days: Squirrel soup
Creamy, dreamy derangement: Holidays on the Moon
Eye in the Sky: Helping products choose You!
"(I)n the 1990s, when Osama bin Laden was still giving interviews to journalists and didn't have a $50-million bounty on his head, one of his biggest grievances with the West was over the price of oil. At around US$30 a barrel, it was far too cheap, he reasoned. The Western world was ruthlessly bleeding the Middle East by not paying fair market value for oil. It had to be stopped. A more appropriate price? At least US$100 a barrel, he once said, maybe even US$200. Mission accomplished. "
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