Not Foolin' No One
of r∅∅bs, n∅∅bs, and g∅∅bs
...And so it goes. Yet another speech, with props appropriate for a fourth grade show and tell, to sell the rubes on something they seem unwilling to want to buy. And another appeal to oratory in place of substance. And meanwhile, out at the edge of the campfire’s glow, lean and cruel wolves circle red-eyed and hungry, watching and learning.
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NB: For those who missed it [highly, highly recommended]-- and for those who wish to savor it again, Bill Whittle has re-posted Tribes.
Posted by Claire on 10/08 at 10:35 AM
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