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Beautiful Theories
Every crisis becomes a religion. It’s inevitable. Especially if it lasts long enough. One factor in that transformation is the “Beautiful Theory” phenomenon. This is the phenomenon where those who sell news team up with those who seek to lead others and insist some remedy is urgently needed and politically correct — so it MUST […]
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A “potato’s potato” the others would call him Not exactly rotund, but … nor was he slim. A stud for the ages, a chap— A warm face to slap on And gee golly we’ll miss him now that he’s gone! A head so divine: quite bulbous it was And smooth! Not even the wisp of […]