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1.  Just as you state that O'Reilly isn't representative of conservatives, so I would argue that those who quash free speech aren't true liberals, as a real liberal supports free speech.

I have to agree with Lingster though on this one. Liberals have done much more to crush free speech here in the US in the last 35 of 40 years than they have ever helped spark a healthy dialogue about anything from race to religion to poverty. It seems to me that the liberals here are much more concerned with 'not offending' disadvantaged groups (whatever that means) than they are at really defending free speech. They tend to defend anything that is counter culture or 'not mainstream thinking' and vilify anything that is traditionalist. If I had a dollar for every time the ACLU sued a school district for either allowing religious (ie Christian) speech in school I wouldn't be able to retire, but I would be able to take my family out for a nice steak dinner at Ruth Chris' or Morton's.
Then there's liberal meddling in parental rights, and financial planning.. I could go on…

2.  I always knew you had enough good taste to dislike O'Reilly. 😉  Question is, why do Fox employ him?  Purely as a TV equivalent of a Limbaugh-style shock jock?  Or do you think they think he represents those on the right?

Bill O'Reilly makes his money by claiming to be on the side of the common man, but he is really on the side of Bill O'Reilly. He's not a true conservative and to my way of thinking neither is President Bush or John McCain.
I tend to be pretty even minded about things, I think.. There are things that liberals say that I agree with and likewise for conservatives, but there are also things about both sides that scare the heck out of me.

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"Oh, hey, Roger, how are you doing?", Sue asked as she passed her co-woker in the hall.
"I'm doing good", Roger said with a smile.  "How've you been?", he asked while still shuffling papers in his hands.
"Can't complain.  I haven't seen you in a while.  I thought you had moved to another office or something."
Roger frowned.  "No, I've been here the whole time."
Sue twisted her face a little.  "Hmm… I guess I've been preoccupied.  Well, have a nice day.  See you later."
Roger waved and continued along his way.  He was a little confused because he saw Sue every single work day, but for a while he had been thinking about changing his name to Claud Raines, The Invisible Man, but not anymore.  Sometimes it felt strange, but he guessed his personality was completely alive again.  Roger turned and watched Sue as she turned the corner towards the other side of the office.  There was a time when he'd had a crush on her, but he had been dating Addison at the time.  These days though, he couldn't get Megan from his mind.  She occupied every spare minute, and he even found himself thinking about her while he was on the phone about business.  He made it back to his desk and looked at the clock.  It was only a couple of minutes before the end of the work day.  He lifted the receiver and dialed the only woman he thought about.
"Hello"  Megan answered on the first ring.
"Hello, and how are you this afternoon?", Roger asked with a mock English accent.
Megan chuckled.  "Better since you called."
Roger felt like his body had lifted from his chair, but he played it cool.  "I have been known to have that effect on people.  You should be careful though.  Too much of me is like a cocaine high."
Megan laughed, and the conversation continued well after quitting time.  Roger looked around at the darkened and empty office.  It was strange without all the activity he was used to, but he didn't care.  There wasn't a damn reason for him to go home.  Megan had to stay late and wouldn't be home for at least another couple of hours.  He figured that he would stay on the phone until he got hungry then go and wait for her, but fate intervened.
Roger saw his boss going and then coming quickly.  He had a serious look on his face and seemed more than a little agitated.  Roger looked on with curiosity, but nothing more.  He kept talking to Megan until he saw the look on his boss' face change from agitation to worry and even beyond to despair.
"Hey, Megan, I hate to do it, but I have to go", Roger told her.  He waited for her to say good-bye then hung up the phone.  His boss had walked out.  Roger didn't know what was going on.  Then the boss came back in.
"Excuse me, Mr. Howlen.  Is there something wrong?"
"Yeah, Roger.  Something's wrong, but I don't think you can help with it."  The man went into his office and closed the door hard behind him.
Roger grabbed his suit jacket and the briefcase that Addison had given him a couple of years earlier, turned towards the door, but something told him not to go.  He walked slowly towards his boss' door and knocked gently.  There was no reply, so Roger turned the knob and stuck his head in.  Mr. Howlen was in his swivel chair with his back to Roger.  He wasn't moving, and he didn't turn when the door opened.  "Mr. Howlen.  I know you said that there was something wrong.  I wouldn't feel right if I didn't offer to help.  Whatever it is."
Mr. Howlen looked down at the .38 pistol sitting on his lap and tucked it under his leg before turning around in his chair.  Roger had to keep his face neutral because Mr. Howlen looked terrible.
"For the last year an a half we've been working at getting a contract with Honda Motors.  Every single member of the board of directors says that the future growth of the company is dependent on this deal.  Managers all over the place are working on this deal.  They put me in charge of getting the cost structure statement together.  It was all finished, but now its gone.  The deadline is tomorrow.  When the board and the negotiators don't get that statement, the deal will fall apart, and I'll be without a job.  Without a means of supporting myself, my family, or anybody, everything will fall apart.  Everything", Mr. Howlen's voice trailed away at the end and he felt the shape of the pistol under his leg.
Roger stepped into the office.  "Sir, do you have any of the data for the cost structures?"
Mr. Howlen opened a big drawer, pulled out a large filing box, and threw it on his desk.  "Here!  All of this has to be processed and condensed into a statement by tomorrow!"
Roger looked at the box then pulled some sheets from the top.  He put his coat on the back of a chair and looked down at the figures.  "I guess then, sir, that you and I should get busy."
"What?"
"Yes sir, I can think of a few better ways to spend a Thursday night, but this will do, as long as you pay for the Chinese food.  Can't do a job like this without Chinese food."  Roger smiled and after half a minute Mr. Howlen's face brightened.  He slipped the pistol into a drawer where Roger couldn't see.
"Ok, young man, lets get to it."

The sun was rising when Roger and his boss finished the statement.  Mr. Howlen remarked that this one was more accurate than the first had been anyway.  Neither man knew what had happened to the first one, but it didn't matter.  Mr. Howlen sent the statement to the headquarters, and by the end of the next week the deal had been struck.  In that week Roger's stock within the company had soared, and Mr. Howlen had been promoted to Senior Vice President of the entire company.  That left an opening for  lead manager of the local office.  The directors gave him a say in who would take his place.  They had wanted him to list five people for them to consider, but Mr. Howlen had written only one name, and he had given Roger such a glowing recommendation that the directors acted to make Roger the new head of the local office.
It took a couple of weeks to finalize, but in the end, 30 year old Roger Macmillan, who had been in the same entry level job for 7+, was bumped over everybody else, even his old supervisor, to become the boss.
Megan was ecstatic at the news.  "I said you had it in you."  She was bubbling with glee.
"Yeah, you did.  You believed it more than me.  I've been bumped up like Dwight Eisenhower."
Megan tisked and shook her head.  "No, baby, you aren't quite like Ike.  He was a major for 16 years before being promoted.  You were more like a private."
"Thanks a lot."
"Just being honest.  But now you're a general."  She looked up at him.  "You know this calls for a celebration, right?"
Roger put his hands around her waist and pulled her closer to him.  "What do you have in mind?"
Megan's eyes took on that look that Roger loved so much.  She pushed him down into the chair, raised her arm then slowly bent her elbow.  Her bicep started rising beneath the white sleeve of her blouse.  The tight sleeve accented the shape and roundness of her muscle.  She paused when her arm was not quite all the way up.  "I think we can come up with a few ways."
Roger could feel a stirring in his pants again.  Then Megan continued her flex.  Her arm came up and the peak rose higher and higher until the unmistakable sound of ripping fabric filled the room.  Roger was once again taken over the edge.  His eyelids fluttered as the bliss went through his body.  Megan was smiling at him again when he regained his senses.
This time he chuckled.  "At least now I can afford to buy new pants."
"And me a new blouse", Megan began.  "Because this one isn't going to last the night."  She raised both her arms and flexed her back before she slowly began to flex her arms.  The sounds of more tearing and ripping filled the air mixing with the sound of Roger's trousers hitting the floor.  In the old days one orgasm had been a good night, but with Megan, it wasn't even foreplay.  He was in for a very special night, and it was just getting started.
Her lats and biceps and delts and traps tore through the fabric of the blouse before she took the still buttoned front with one hand and ripped the remnants from her body.  She stood before her man with her muscles pulsating, just waiting for action.
"You remember last time, Roger?  I said it was going to be my turn, right?"
"Umm yeah, but that was before I was the boss."  Roger looked at Megan and gave her a sideways grin.
Megan turned profile to him and slowly started pulling down her skirt.  She let it slip over her ass and then she slowly slid it down her legs.  Roger's eyes narrowed and focused on those oh so strong and muscular legs as the skirt headed towards the floor.  She let it drop then stepped out of it.
"Ok, Roger, on your knees", Megan ordered with a grin.
"Nope."  Roger shook his head and smiled up at her, wondering what her next move would be.
Megan laughed and took a step back.  Before Roger could react, she jumped towards him feet first, like a drop kick.  Her body went parallel to the floor, then she spread her legs slightly.  Roger's eyes bulged as he saw Megan's crotch coming right at him.  He didn't get that far between her legs because she clamped them tightly around his head.  Roger wanted to cry out from the sudden pressure, but he couldn't.  Megan had calculated this move.  She had planned to arc her body and bridge down to the floor, but she hadn't counted on the chair leg breaking like a dried branch.  It snapped and the chair went over backwards in a hurry.  Megan's abs tensed as she quickly compensated by raising her body up.  Roger started over backwards towards the floor with Megan still attached to his head like a vice. Instead of letting him go, Megan clamped on tighter and went over with him.  Roger's butt and lower back hit the floor, but then Megan's feet hit the ground and Roger's head was suspended between her thighs keeping the back of his head from slamming down.  She let him go once she gained her balance.
"Oh my God, Roger are you ok?"  She sank down to a knee and took his head in her hands.
Roger coughed, moaned, and then smiled up at her.  "Trying to kill me?"
"No, I'm so sorry.  The stupid chair broke.  I was just going to…"
Roger laughed at Megan.  She was starting to get upset with herself.  He grabbed her head and pulled her down to him.  He kissed her deeply and then pulled her head away.  "I'm fine", he assured her.
"You're really okay?", Megan had to wipe a little moisture from the corner of left eye.
"Yeah, Megan, its kinda fun.  You came at me like superwoman."
She leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips.
"Oh, so now you want to play nice", Roger said while running his hands over her thighs.  He started to sit up, but Megan stepped one leg over him then plopped down on his chest.  He let out a loud grunt.
Megan's face changed again as she looked down at Roger.  "Since, you're okay, that means that I you still haven't given me what I want."
Roger gazed up at Megan's beautiful form.  His hands ran all over her thighs then to her hips and butt before going to her inner thighs and higher.  She felt so wonderful.  He could feel her body reacting to his touch.  "I don't know Baby", Roger began.  "You play too rough."  He had to stop and laugh.  "I'm thinking about taking my johnson and going home."
Megan tried not to, but she laughed anyway.  "Oh really?"
"Yeah!"  Roger laughed along with her.
"You just try making it out the door."  She inched up his chest so that her sex was just below his chin and her legs were on either side of his head.
Roger swallowed and felt himself stirring.  Megan shifted her hips slightly forward as Roger's fingers began inching towards her crotch.  He brought his head up slowly.  "You win again, baby.  You're going to love this.  Its going to be way better than last time", Roger said and leaned towards her.
Megan held a handful of Roger's hair as he craned his neck nearing her.  She waited until he was close then she pulled his hair.  Roger's eyes had been focused on her sex, but he quickly looked up at her face.  A sense of dread went through him when he saw her.  Megan had that look again, but this time there was more to it.
"You're right its going to be better than last time."  Roger saw Megan's beautiful face quickly change to a look of concentration in the instant before she straightened her legs trapping his head and his hands between her thighs.  Megan stretched back putting her hands on his ankles preventing him from kicking too much, and giving her even more leverage.  She threw her head back, and gave Roger a good squeeze.  She didn't have to see her own thighs at work.  She didn't have to see the heads of her quads bulging out above her knee, or see the cords of muscles tightening and tightening around her thighs as she squeezed her boyfriend's head between her legs.  She didn't have to see her inner thigh muscles flexing hard and pressing into Roger's temples.  Megan didn't have to see any of it, because she could feel it.  She could feel Roger trying to pull his head back, but without his hands he could only use his neck, and his neck was no where near strong enough to escape her legs.
Roger's hands were caught, but he still wiggled his fingers, and since they were just so high up, that wiggling caused tingles to go through Megan's entire body.  Roger should have stopped moving his fingers because those tingles caused Megan to squeeze more, but finally she released and his head fell to the floor.
Roger was completely red and lines covered his face where Megan's thighs had wrinkled his skin.  He took in a deep breath and moved his head side to side a little.  He finally opened his eyes, but it took them a moment to focus.  They focused on Megan's face, usually as pleasant a sight as anything on the planet, but not now.  Megan's hair partially covered her face and her eyes were focused on Roger with huntress like intensity.
"You okay?", Megan asked Roger like he was a baby who had tripped on a rug.
Roger coughed again, and his hands went up her thighs.  Her quads were even harder now since she had used them.  He could feel the muscle fibers and the hundreds of small capillaries and veins that fed those hungry muscles.  Her skin was hot to the touch.  He looked up at her. "What was that for?"
Megan shifted on his chest.  "That was for making me have to beg.  I don't like to beg, and you know it."
Roger grinned.  "Oh yeah, well that was before I became the boss!"
Megan threw her hand back and clamped her legs around Roger's head so quickly that he barely saw it coming.  Just the gathering darkness of the shadow between her legs.  Roger's entire body reacted from the sudden pain.  His legs kicked and his arms flailed a bit, before he took both hands and tried to pry Megan's legs off.  He had a good grip, and he pulled with all he was worth.  He managed to relieve some of the pressure, but only for a moment.
Megan growled and locked her ankles.  Much to Roger's dismay, she hadn't even done that yet.  She had been squeezing with mostly her adductors, now she really squeezed.  Her thighs ballooned with hard muscle as she poured on the pressure.  She ran her own hands over her mushrooming thighs as the heads of her quads striated and tightened.  She ran her fingers over channels and grooves created by her perfect muscles.  She could feel herself getting more and more turned on, the harder she squeezed and the harder Roger pulled.  After one more sustained squeeze she opened her thighs and Roger's head bounced against the floor.  His head went slowly from side to side.
"That's like being trapped in a wonderful sweaty prison.  You know you're in jail, but for some reason you don't ever want to get out", Roger said dreamily without opening his eyes.  If he had, he would have seen Megan stifling a giggle.
"Oh, so you like that?"  She turned around and looked at his completely erect member.  "Well, I guess you do."
"I bet you won't do it again", Roger teased and ran his hands over her legs.  They were beyond anything he had seen or felt.  Her soft moist skin felt so wonderful under his fingers.  He worked his way up and pulled her panties to the side.  He licked his finger and started working it over her labia and clitoris.  Megan tossed her head from side to side and moved closer.  Roger worked his finger quickly applying just the right amount of pressure.  Megan moved up his body until she was sitting on his upper chest.  That was close enough.  Roger licked his finger again.  This time he straightened it and pushed it inside.  Megan moaned, but he wasn't finished.  He raised his head and sucked directly on her clit.
Megan had been moaning, but now she growled.  Roger worked his tongue and his finger at the same time.  Megan involuntarily began to work her hips.  "Faster!", she ordered and Roger obeyed.  "Ahh!  Yeah, that's it right there!  Right there!"  Roger stopped working different spots and stayed right where he was.  He saw Megan's skin flush and her body began to be racked with wave after wave, but none of those waves sent her over the edge until Roger slid one more finger inside.  "AHHHhhhhh!", Megan cried out as a wave of pleasure finally broke and sent her over the edge.  Her body quaked and trembled.  Her breath came in pants for what seemed like forever, until the tide of pleasure retreated.  She felt warm all over and her head seemed to be floating.
She looked down at Roger.  Her face had never seemed to beautiful to him.  She was sweaty, tired, and happy.  She leaned down and kissed him passionately and lovingly.  "That was great", she managed through deep breaths.
Roger let his head back to the floor.  "Whew.  I didn't think you were ever going to cum.  My tongue was about to give out."
Megan laughed.  "I hope you recover quickly.  I let you do that one the easy way.  This one you're going to have to work for."  Megan reached down and took her panties by the elastic and pulled.  Her upper body flexed rock hard for an instant before the band surrendered to her strength.  She pulled the ruined fabric from her body and repositioned herself on Roger's chest.
"Hey, wait a minute.  Why don't you-"  Roger never got a chance to finish.  Megan's legs wrapped around his head again.  Her muscles flared out and turned diamond hard in an instant.  Roger grunted.
"Make me cum again, Roger, and you better be quick about it!"  She raised her butt off his chest and poured pure power into his skull as she tightened her already impossible muscles before she relaxed a little.  "Make me cum, fast, Roger.  The longer you take, the harder I squeeze."  Her loins ached in anticipation.  Her glutes tightened as she punctuated her demand.  Roger could hear her barely.  Her crotch was right in his face, and he started working her with every trick he knew.
Megan moaned and her eyes fluttered as she felt Roger between her legs.  She humped feeling herself rub against his chin as his tongue worked furiously to please her.  She tightened her thighs though.  She had already locked her ankles and every muscle in legs was pumped hard, but she was just teasing him.  He penetrated her with his tongue.  That made her shutter, but it wasn't enough.  She tightened again.  The cords and ropes of her thighs slid past each other like pythons crushing their prey.  Roger's body reacted to the pain.  Every instinct told him to fight to get free, but he knew better.  He worked Megan.  He could feel her juices lubricating his face and making his little pocket of life harder to live in, but there was no place he would rather be.  He could feel the pressure on his jaw increasing, that made him work more.  He felt Megan tense more.
"Oh, you're close!  Do it, Roger!  Do it! Now!"  Megan worked her hips, but kept tightening her thighs.  Roger's ears popped and his jaw was making funny noises as he worked his tongue, but he kept at it.  Megan's muscles swelled like never before when Roger sent her over again.  Megan came and she came hard.  She flexed every muscle in her perfect body as hard as she could.  Her biceps, triceps, pecs, lats, and abs looked chiseled from granite itself, but her thighs were other wordily.  Every striated muscle fiber was pumped and strained to the ragged edge as Megan came, and instantly came again as Roger worked between her legs still.
"Mmm", Megan grit her teeth as she came again.  Roger could feel every single contraction of her body.  He worked her, but it was more than he could take too. He came again.  Finally, they both relaxed.  Megan rolled from atop Roger and lay with her back on the hardwood floor.  She stared at the ceiling trying to catch her breath.
"Was that good enough?", Roger asked in a horse voice.
"Oh yeah", was all Megan could manage.  She rolled to her side and took Roger in her arms.  His face was beyond blue.  She had squeezed him hard enough to bruise, but he seemed satisfied.  She kissed him.  They just lay there for a while.
"So, Megan since we made such a big mess, do you think we should actually have sex so we can have something to show for it?", Roger asked with a chuckle.  He expected Megan to laugh with him, but she didn't.  Instead she smiled and pushed herself to a sitting position.  She looked down at Roger then put one of her still pumped legs him before she worked herself towards his crotch.
"No, no, Megan I was just joking.  I don't think I can take anymore."
Her grin had just a tinge of sinister to it.  "You're the boss remember", Megan teased and started working Roger's flaccid dick.  It came alive quickly.  "The boss always gets what he wants." 
Before Roger could respond, Megan raised her hips and took all of him inside her in one long stroke.  Roger was caught in that place between pleasure and pain as Megan worked him ragged.  He would have thought that he was bone dry, but Roger came one last time.  Megan rolled off and patted him on the chest before she wrapped her arms and legs around him.  She was so weary that she could hardly raise her arms, after all she had done most of the work all night.
"Did the boss get what he wanted?", Megan asked as she caught her breath.
"Oh hell yeah, and then some.  As they say, 'Its good to be the king'"
Megan rolled her eyes and laid her head on his chest.  She would wait to tell Roger that the 'king' was going to have to clean up the mess they had made of her living room.

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Very nice indeed

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57 states eh?  Hmm I wonder if he's thinking about annexing Mexico. Once we get the troops out of Iraq and give them a couple of years to cool off we could solve the entire illegal alien problem by making the nation of Mexico a part of the US and breaking it into 7 states.  The take over would be bloodless of course because 10 or 12% of the Mexican population is already in the US. It would be a huge homecoming, just like when East Germany fell.

I'm joking of course… or half way joking anyway.

I'd also like to say as an American that we have had a pretty sorry choice of presidential candidates over the last 20 years or so. The American people would like to apologize in advance to the rest of the world for whoever our next president will be and whatever he/she will do once elected. There just aren't too many Teddy Roosevelt's floating around out there these days.

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I have no idea who the artist is, but the woman in the picture looks like she's had a hard day, and whoever is in that apartment is about to have an even worse one.

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The problem is that the costs of obtaining the right of ways and of building the necessary infrastructure far exceed any gains.  When oil is $400/barrel, we can talk…but we won't, because by then we'll be burning coal and using plug-in cars.

The automobile is here to stay in America.  Geography has dictated that fate.  The only thing that would change that is if vehicle travel was cost prohibitive, and that won't occur, even if all the oil in the world was used up.  Because there are alternative fuel sources that still make vehicular travel cheaper than a massive mass transit infrastructure.  So the only way things would change is by force.  And there exists no political will of significance to force things in a different direction.

Most of what you say is true. We Americans are pretty territorial and whoever tried to accumulate enough land to build new rail lines would be in court for decades. But I think you are a little fatalistic about the whole thing. There is probaly a middle course that the US will most likely take. 
To your point though, in order to build a high speed rail network from sea to shining sea you would have to tunnel through a few mountain ranges and cross some small rivers like the Ohio, Mississippi, and Missouri plus go over or under countless highways and existing rail lines. Then of course you would have to get people to ride it. If you wanted to go from one corner of the US to the other, we're talking about 3000 miles, or in British terms that like riding a train from London to umm… let me see… from London to Kuwait City, and I'm not joking.

A while ago I had a chance to travel on France's Really Fast Train and it would be great to have something like that in the US especially for business travelers and families for a weekend trip. We're talking about from major city to major city of course without too many stops in between. I don't think that it would ever replace air travel or cars for the reasons I just mentioned, but also because we do love the freedom and flexibility of automobiles.

That leads me to the last thing. I just mentioned how big the US is, but there is also some really nice scenery here. Last fall I had to drive to Washington DC area and my route took me through the Appalachian mountain ranges. They aren't as rugged as the Alps or Rockies, but the are just rugged enough and the forest is wonderful. I actually stopped on the way to take about 20 or 30 shots of the sun setting between 2 mountains with the leaves changing colors and all that. Now could I have done that on the TGV, no of course not. I would be too busy trying to see if I could read the road signs in french while going 180mph.

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Man I love it when a thread starts at trains and ends up in Iraq.  😉

About the trains though, I will say that in pockets a intercity rail system would be viable. I live 300 miles(482km) from St. Louis, 250 miles(400km) from Atlanta,  and about 400 miles(650km) from Charlotte, NC. Those are the closest cities of over 1 million people to me that are in another state and have an international airport. Ok now distances like that make sense, but once you get past Memphis, which has about 1.5 million people, you have to go all the way to Texas over 700 miles away before you hit another major city, and its just under 500 miles to Chicago or Indianapolis. Now I'm just talking about distances in one little area of the US.

I think some Europeans, especially Brits don't really have a concept of just how big and how empty the US really is. I mean if you drive an hour north of NYC you'll leave the suburbs and be in the country with orchards and the whole bit.  60 miles outside of Chicago is pretty much corn fields. 60 or 70 miles outside of Los Angeles is a desert.

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That was great stuff. Gotta love youtube.

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I thoroughly enjoyed this story. I have to say that I missed it when it was posted over a month ago, but I'm glad it got bumped so I could read it.

I like Pin-Mei and I really like how things aren't quite what they appear. This story could go so many ways based on what you've written, I'm curious where you'll go with it.

And as for the lack of muscle, I've read some of your other stories, I have no doubts that some female muscle will appear whenever you're ready for it.

I have been especially taken with the idea of a small, invisible, perfect girl assassin lately.

Yeah me too 🙂

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I read this thread thinking that I was just going to check out the conspiracy theory of the day, but I was dragged down into a never ending pit of links and blogs and articles on blogs that are linked to other articles that are linked…

It all boils down to one thing.  Copyright laws in the US are so screwy because Mickey Mouse was created in 1928 and would have become part of the public domain years ago if the laws had not been changed to keep that from happening. Every other problem that concerns copyrights is a symptom of that root. So as one of the bloggers said, "Blame Disney"

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