My heart goes out to these folks, who stabbed me in the back, lynched me in the public square, and chucked my professional corpse into the Snake River (see my bio).
May their protests be heard and ignored, as were mine. Ok, I'm being overly personal and evidently a pinch vengeful, but there is some truth in miserly loving company--it is in our genes, and I can't seem to help it. The reality is that these slugs have been sitting on their duffs with hands over eyes, while their alleged leaders have been ripping off members since at least 1990, now making almost painfully easy for those of us who tried hard to help, to smile a wee bit rather than to cry. If that makes me a famous potato-head too, then so be it... |