Came home last night and watched 'Weeds' on NetFlix rather than waste the last fuzzy hour of the day approaching W.A.R's latest. Dr. Lynch handed over his complimentary book to academia with pure scoff. A hardcore Misean, his patience was little to thin for the experience on a sustained level. He returned a borrowed Sartwell's latest with great praise and longingly handed back the Ethics of Liberty.
So many ways to proceed without even cracking the cover . . .
Version 1: Well, a lot of the cool kids in the LP are anarchists and smoke pot, so a guy in a suit making bad jokes about his butcher dad won't cut it with them no matter how many times he's on Fox.
V2: I have a lot in common with Wayne, he's from New York, I'm from upstate. His dad was in the Conservative Party and mine was too. My first car was a Granada and his a bitchin Camaro . . .
V3: When old Wayne yelled 'Bang' at the convention on CSPAN, I wished that I wasn't wearing kneepads and ripping my kitchen floor out that memorial day weekned . . . I could have been there and helped out . . . maybe.
Guess I'll pop it open now . . . shaking head, wondering if the secret cabal will be enough to save the spirit of liberty. I heard they already jumped the shark according to one of the know it alls from California . . .
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