levy, after a stimulating evening with a certain shark lady and Ron Reece, I retired to contemplate my pond and parkland. This morning my reveries were interrupted by a NYT email serving up a copy of today's Op Ed piece composed by Maureen Dowd. I believe I found the answer to the oft asked question (with apologies to HRH Fat Henry), "Will no one rid us of the accursed Pain of Jain" Ms. Dowd, whose opinions may be despised by even her admirers, may be the new Messiah to take on the task. I nominate her to be CEO of the Awesome Society of Accredited Shark Ladies. She is a most literate, incisive and humorous satirist, worthy of mention alongside GBS and Bill Buckley. Moreover, she is fearless, bitter, saturated with hubris, delightful, combative and satanically vicious, taking on all comers, no matter the spectrum. Nevertheless, to me, on whichever side of her column's fulcrum I may teeter, she is captivating, desirable and lovable. She embodies all the sweet qualities one has come to expect of a shark lady. She epitomizes the visible demiurge (that word appears in the article). Do we know anyone who can enlist her assistance in delivering us of our travails? One stroke of her Toledo bladed keyboard will suffice.
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