http://alternet.org/drugreporter/50948/
The story above is quite chilling. It should be food for thought for any person, no matter how reputable, that speaking freely on important issues is not without great risk.
But the eventual risk is even greater if we remain mute and allow unabridged power to grow without impediment.
About Me
- Anthropositor
- Deep South, United States
- Consultant, inventor, mentor, chess coach,. Current projects involve No Till Farming and staving off blindness due to cataracts among other projects. I also do confidential ghost writing (without taking any published credit. My current blindness makes me put this on hold for a while. I should have one eye working again in about four months. Fact, fiction, all subjects considered. I have heard My daughter Jennifer is alive. I would love it if she were to contact me here. I understand she would like to know me. I have sent a message by circuitous route. I can only hope. My posted Email works as well. We have four decades to catch up on.
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Thanks for your comments. It is refreshing to see that there is someone else out there who can drag himself away from American Idol long enough to pay attention to our impending societal implosion.
As for my blog, I've been tinkering with it on and off again for several years. I had a fairly popular blog back in the early days of blogging, when I was in college, but have found it difficult to keep up now that I actually have to {gasp} work for a living. However, I have refused to let it die, as you have discovered.
I like your writing style and am interested in your choice of topic, so I'll definitely follow your posts and link to you from my (now largely unnoticed) musings.
However, if you, in turn, choose to follow my postings you may be forced to endure the occasional stack of jelly. It is fast becoming a bit of a tradition, and while I don't have all of my creations online, the waitresses at the cafe I frequent has taken to delivering several baskets of preserves to my table, prompting more elaborate structures. (Ha!)
Regardless, I wish you success in your endeavor and I continue to hold out hope that perhaps, collectively, we can still stop this proverbial train before it derails and kills us all.
On that cheerful thought, cheers.
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