I can see you are enjoying yourself, but your post is so laden in the 'familiar', and you seem firmly rooted in your cheerleader's pleats that in your rah-rah exuberance to cheer the party-line you have failed to acknowledge that the other team has long ago huddled, strategized , and are at the one yard line, 1st and goal.
I see, nice try k-mart, change the subject, fake and pass to the other side, away from the rush....
Sorry, I operate as a solo, no teammates here, no party-lines, no cheerleaders either.
Whatever the hell "laden in the familiar" means, all I concentrate is in price, the rest is background noise, arguments by blabbering lawyers in their pursuit of their specific cause.
You said it yourself, the 'other team', (that means you), are sitting on the one yard line, with your back to your own goal line, and the 1 yard and goal is for the team of facts, that is the market, the market says, you are down.
And given the rest of the story, soon it will be 50-0.
Except of course to those who were, as you described, "in early"
Those guys sold the team in the first place to the Zombitrons...
A team full of tired mules, rotten trees, colorful, (but sick), parrots, demented scientists, and other sundry maniacs.... in short, no Super-Bowl team.
Enjoy it while it last, as for me, I am here sitting in "gayola" learning and reading stories of the absurd, in this chapter, the "twist" is in Nature's Paradise, the Jungle of the Amazombies.
Must go now to do important stuff.
Hee haw, hee haw, hee haw...... |
