Another giant, gaping hole in the force. I was working with Michael Jackson when Prince’s For You came out, (1978ish), and I remember Michael fretting openly and asking if anybody knew if he could dance. No moon walk, no JB shuffle, but his music did some version of the funky…
Well, I dodged another bullet. I have all of my money laundered in Uruguay and the Uruguayans know how to keep their mouths shut. Oh, and they don’t have computers in the particular laundry that I use, so the only way they get hacked is if Manuelo loses the zippered…
I’ve read the analyses of probable electorate trending for the general election. If you buy into the historically expected logic of those columns of data and are amused and convinced by the representative bar and pie, (I love pie), charts, it becomes easier to both in and exhale during the…