Editor's Column: The Little Red Hen,

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Editor's Column: The Little Red Hen, updated

By Jim Larsen

Jun 27 2007

We were going through some old books in the basement and came across a
story called, “The Little Red Hen.” It was a book I read as a child and
that my own children had read years later. Leafing through the slim
volume, I was struck by how hopelessly out of date it was.

It’s a simple story. The Little Red Hen is the role model. She plants
wheat, raises it, harvests it, takes it to the miller, works the flour
into dough, and shoves the dough into the oven. Every step of the way
she asks for help, only to be turned down repeatedly by the lazy duck,
pig and cat. Not until the bread is removed from the oven and is ready
to eat do the others agree to lend their assistance. By then it’s too late.

“No you won’t,” said the Little Red Hen. “You wouldn’t help me plant the
seeds, cut the wheat, go to the miller, make the dough or bake the
bread. Now, my three chicks and I will eat this bread ourselves!”

Everyone probably knows the story. Trouble is, it hasn’t been updated in
more than 50 years. In the present day, the story continues like this:

Just as The Little Red Hen and her chicks were sitting down to eat the
warm, tasty bread, they heard a knock at the door. Whoever could it be?

“Greetings, Little Red Hen,” said the man, dressed in a dour black suit.
“I’m the Tax Man, and I’m afraid you haven’t paid the local, state and
federal taxes on your efforts. Give me half the loaf of bread or we’ll
take you away from your chicks and throw you in jail.”

Naturally, The Little Red Hen paid her taxes, thankful that the Tax Man
only wanted half. There was still enough bread left to sustain the
chicks, if not make them plump. Just as they were about to eat, there
was another knock at the door. With some reluctance, The Little Red Hen
opened the door again.

“Greetings, Little Red Hen,” said the stern-looking lady at the door.
“I’m from the Commission on Equality, investigating a complaint filed by
the duck, the pig and the cat. They say you’re discriminating against
them by not sharing your bread.”

The Little Red Hen was perplexed. “That can’t be,” she said. “They all
had their chances to help me but they refused to work. It’s not fair
that they share the fruits of my labor.”

This ruffled the feathers of the visitor. “Did you ever ask why they
wouldn’t work?,” she asked, scolding the Little Red Hen. “The duck had
an ugly upbringing, the pig was never fed a balanced diet and the cat
has been harassed all its life by your neighbor’s dog. And now you
refuse to feed them! You set an extremely poor example for your chicks
by not sharing with these needy animals. I’m afraid I have to take the
rest of your bread, and don’t be surprised if your next visitor is from
Chick Protective Services!”

Soon the duck, the pig and the cat were dining on the bread made by The
Little Red Hen, and her chicks were being escorted out the door by CPS.
Distraught, The Little Red Hen was told she had to go to court.

The judge was impatient as The Little Red Hen told her selfish story,
but listened with sympathy to the duck, the pig and the cat. When they
concluded with a plaintive, “And we’re still hungry!,” the judge
couldn’t hold back his tears.

“Don’t worry,” he told the duck, the pig and the cat. “Pretty soon
you’ll be feasting on roasted chicken.”

The end.

Kane?

On Jun 27, 6:43 pm, fx wrote:
http://www.whidbeynewstimes.com/port...aper=84&cat=48...

Editor's Column: The Little Red Hen, updated

By Jim Larsen

Jun 27 2007

We were going through some old books in the basement and came across a
story called, "The Little Red Hen." It was a book I read as a child and
that my own children had read years later. Leafing through the slim
volume, I was struck by how hopelessly out of date it was.

It's a simple story. The Little Red Hen is the role model. She plants
wheat, raises it, harvests it, takes it to the miller, works the flour
into dough, and shoves the dough into the oven. Every step of the way
she asks for help, only to be turned down repeatedly by the lazy duck,
pig and cat. Not until the bread is removed from the oven and is ready
to eat do the others agree to lend their assistance. By then it's too late.

"No you won't," said the Little Red Hen. "You wouldn't help me plant the
seeds, cut the wheat, go to the miller, make the dough or bake the
bread. Now, my three chicks and I will eat this bread ourselves!"

Everyone probably knows the story. Trouble is, it hasn't been updated in
more than 50 years. In the present day, the story continues like this:

Just as The Little Red Hen and her chicks were sitting down to eat the
warm, tasty bread, they heard a knock at the door. Whoever could it be?

"Greetings, Little Red Hen," said the man, dressed in a dour black suit.
"I'm the Tax Man, and I'm afraid you haven't paid the local, state and
federal taxes on your efforts. Give me half the loaf of bread or we'll
take you away from your chicks and throw you in jail."

Naturally, The Little Red Hen paid her taxes, thankful that the Tax Man
only wanted half. There was still enough bread left to sustain the
chicks, if not make them plump. Just as they were about to eat, there
was another knock at the door. With some reluctance, The Little Red Hen
opened the door again.

"Greetings, Little Red Hen," said the stern-looking lady at the door.
"I'm from the Commission on Equality, investigating a complaint filed by
the duck, the pig and the cat. They say you're discriminating against
them by not sharing your bread."

The Little Red Hen was perplexed. "That can't be," she said. "They all
had their chances to help me but they refused to work. It's not fair
that they share the fruits of my labor."

This ruffled the feathers of the visitor. "Did you ever ask why they
wouldn't work?," she asked, scolding the Little Red Hen. "The duck had
an ugly upbringing, the pig was never fed a balanced diet and the cat
has been harassed all its life by your neighbor's dog. And now you
refuse to feed them! You set an extremely poor example for your chicks
by not sharing with these needy animals. I'm afraid I have to take the
rest of your bread, and don't be surprised if your next visitor is from
Chick Protective Services!"

Soon the duck, the pig and the cat were dining on the bread made by The
Little Red Hen, and her chicks were being escorted out the door by CPS.
Distraught, The Little Red Hen was told she had to go to court.

The judge was impatient as The Little Red Hen told her selfish story,
but listened with sympathy to the duck, the pig and the cat. When they
concluded with a plaintive, "And we're still hungry!," the judge
couldn't hold back his tears.

"Don't worry," he told the duck, the pig and the cat. "Pretty soon
you'll be feasting on roasted chicken."

The end.

On Jul 2, 1:10 am, "0:-]" wrote:
On Sat, 30 Jun 2007 17:03:32 -0700, Greegor
wrote:





Kane?

On Jun 27, 6:43 pm, fx wrote:
http://www.whidbeynewstimes.com/port...aper=84&cat=48...

Editor's Column: The Little Red Hen, updated

By Jim Larsen

Jun 27 2007

We were going through some old books in the basement and came across a
story called, "The Little Red Hen." It was a book I read as a child and
that my own children had read years later. Leafing through the slim
volume, I was struck by how hopelessly out of date it was.

It's a simple story. The Little Red Hen is the role model. She plants
wheat, raises it, harvests it, takes it to the miller, works the flour
into dough, and shoves the dough into the oven. Every step of the way
she asks for help, only to be turned down repeatedly by the lazy duck,
pig and cat. Not until the bread is removed from the oven and is ready
to eat do the others agree to lend their assistance. By then it's too late.

"No you won't," said the Little Red Hen. "You wouldn't help me plant the
seeds, cut the wheat, go to the miller, make the dough or bake the
bread. Now, my three chicks and I will eat this bread ourselves!"

Everyone probably knows the story. Trouble is, it hasn't been updated in
more than 50 years. In the present day, the story continues like this:

Just as The Little Red Hen and her chicks were sitting down to eat the
warm, tasty bread, they heard a knock at the door. Whoever could it be?

"Greetings, Little Red Hen," said the man, dressed in a dour black suit.
"I'm the Tax Man, and I'm afraid you haven't paid the local, state and
federal taxes on your efforts. Give me half the loaf of bread or we'll
take you away from your chicks and throw you in jail."

Naturally, The Little Red Hen paid her taxes, thankful that the Tax Man
only wanted half. There was still enough bread left to sustain the
chicks, if not make them plump. Just as they were about to eat, there
was another knock at the door. With some reluctance, The Little Red Hen
opened the door again.

"Greetings, Little Red Hen," said the stern-looking lady at the door.
"I'm from the Commission on Equality, investigating a complaint filed by
the duck, the pig and the cat. They say you're discriminating against
them by not sharing your bread."

The Little Red Hen was perplexed. "That can't be," she said. "They all
had their chances to help me but they refused to work. It's not fair
that they share the fruits of my labor."

This ruffled the feathers of the visitor. "Did you ever ask why they
wouldn't work?," she asked, scolding the Little Red Hen. "The duck had
an ugly upbringing, the pig was never fed a balanced diet and the cat
has been harassed all its life by your neighbor's dog. And now you
refuse to feed them! You set an extremely poor example for your chicks
by not sharing with these needy animals. I'm afraid I have to take the
rest of your bread, and don't be surprised if your next visitor is from
Chick Protective Services!"

Soon the duck, the pig and the cat were dining on the bread made by The
Little Red Hen, and her chicks were being escorted out the door by CPS.
Distraught, The Little Red Hen was told she had to go to court.

The judge was impatient as The Little Red Hen told her selfish story,
but listened with sympathy to the duck, the pig and the cat. When they
concluded with a plaintive, "And we're still hungry!," the judge
couldn't hold back his tears.

"Don't worry," he told the duck, the pig and the cat. "Pretty soon
you'll be feasting on roasted chicken."

The end.

Greg?

I'm not the one advocating living off the taxpayers of Iowa, Greg.

Nor do I have government solutions to family problems, like you and
your cronies keep arguing in favor of.

You want to fire all the CPS caseworkers, supervisors, contractors
and send them all home?

Note my recent comment when someone suggested forcing parents (this
was the taped to the face pacifier thread) to take parent training, a
mother to be forced to have hormone monitoring after she gives
birth..etc.

How kind of you not to go with that particular Nazi idea.

I suggested that children in public school (and most states allow
families to homeschool so they could opt out if they wished) learn
child care as a simple matter of course. It used to be an elective.

I don't think many would object to that.

Do they still have kids in high school fill out practice tax forms?

I think that it should be as commonly understood as a need, just as
math is.

YOU are the one that plays the games that are suggested by this story,
Greg.

YOU want a free ride. Is that not correct?

What free ride? I want them to stop INTRUDING!

On Jul 2, 1:20 pm, "0:-]" wrote:
On Mon, 02 Jul 2007 02:54:05 -0700, Greegor
wrote:





On Jul 2, 1:10 am, "0:-]" wrote:
On Sat, 30 Jun 2007 17:03:32 -0700, Greegor
wrote:

Kane?

On Jun 27, 6:43 pm, fx wrote:
http://www.whidbeynewstimes.com/port...aper=84&cat=48...

Editor's Column: The Little Red Hen, updated

By Jim Larsen

Jun 27 2007

We were going through some old books in the basement and came across a
story called, "The Little Red Hen." It was a book I read as a child and
that my own children had read years later. Leafing through the slim
volume, I was struck by how hopelessly out of date it was.

It's a simple story. The Little Red Hen is the role model. She plants
wheat, raises it, harvests it, takes it to the miller, works the flour
into dough, and shoves the dough into the oven. Every step of the way
she asks for help, only to be turned down repeatedly by the lazy duck,
pig and cat. Not until the bread is removed from the oven and is ready
to eat do the others agree to lend their assistance. By then it's too late.

"No you won't," said the Little Red Hen. "You wouldn't help me plant the
seeds, cut the wheat, go to the miller, make the dough or bake the
bread. Now, my three chicks and I will eat this bread ourselves!"

Everyone probably knows the story. Trouble is, it hasn't been updated in
more than 50 years. In the present day, the story continues like this:

Just as The Little Red Hen and her chicks were sitting down to eat the
warm, tasty bread, they heard a knock at the door. Whoever could it be?

"Greetings, Little Red Hen," said the man, dressed in a dour black suit.
"I'm the Tax Man, and I'm afraid you haven't paid the local, state and
federal taxes on your efforts. Give me half the loaf of bread or we'll
take you away from your chicks and throw you in jail."

Naturally, The Little Red Hen paid her taxes, thankful that the Tax Man
only wanted half. There was still enough bread left to sustain the
chicks, if not make them plump. Just as they were about to eat, there
was another knock at the door. With some reluctance, The Little Red Hen
opened the door again.

"Greetings, Little Red Hen," said the stern-looking lady at the door.
"I'm from the Commission on Equality, investigating a complaint filed by
the duck, the pig and the cat. They say you're discriminating against
them by not sharing your bread."

The Little Red Hen was perplexed. "That can't be," she said. "They all
had their chances to help me but they refused to work. It's not fair
that they share the fruits of my labor."

This ruffled the feathers of the visitor. "Did you ever ask why they
wouldn't work?," she asked, scolding the Little Red Hen. "The duck had
an ugly upbringing, the pig was never fed a balanced diet and the cat
has been harassed all its life by your neighbor's dog. And now you
refuse to feed them! You set an extremely poor example for your chicks
by not sharing with these needy animals. I'm afraid I have to take the
rest of your bread, and don't be surprised if your next visitor is from
Chick Protective Services!"

Soon the duck, the pig and the cat were dining on the bread made by The
Little Red Hen, and her chicks were being escorted out the door by CPS.
Distraught, The Little Red Hen was told she had to go to court.

The judge was impatient as The Little Red Hen told her selfish story,
but listened with sympathy to the duck, the pig and the cat. When they
concluded with a plaintive, "And we're still hungry!," the judge
couldn't hold back his tears.

"Don't worry," he told the duck, the pig and the cat. "Pretty soon
you'll be feasting on roasted chicken."

The end.

Greg?

I'm not the one advocating living off the taxpayers of Iowa, Greg.

Nor do I have government solutions to family problems, like you and
your cronies keep arguing in favor of.

You want to fire all the CPS caseworkers, supervisors, contractors
and send them all home?

No. But your desire to and REPLACE THEM, is just another government
solution, but one YOU happen to like.

Though you could not pull it off.

The need is still there, and unless you have a decade or two, you
cannot find replacements better qualified.

Indoctrinated into an agency culture of corruption.
Politically inbred.

Not unless you were willing to pay them more for less caseload, and
had the time to wait around while they got educations and training and
experience.

Fewer removals for the bounty would mean lighter caseloads.

Do you want to guess where one has to get experience in child
protection, Greg?

Out of a box of Cracker Jacks?

If CPS doesn't exist and the children are simply left to be abused and
or die, you can't train replacements.

You *******s don't need replacement children.

Gee you are dim.

And you are Donald L. Fisher of Oregon, former caseworker and
contractor.

Note my recent comment when someone suggested forcing parents (this
was the taped to the face pacifier thread) to take parent training, a
mother to be forced to have hormone monitoring after she gives
birth..etc.

How kind of you not to go with that particular Nazi idea.

Nothing "kind" about it. The person suggesting is simply was not
thinking...a Greg-like response.

There's actually not a lot of difference in her suggestions, and
yours, Greg.

What, your brand of Socialism doesn't quite go as far as hers?

I suggested that children in public school (and most states allow
families to homeschool so they could opt out if they wished) learn
child care as a simple matter of course. It used to be an elective.

I don't think many would object to that.

Careful, you might be seen agreeing with me.

Do they still have kids in high school fill out practice tax forms?

I don't know. Get back to us with the answer.

And never ask a question you aren't willing to answer yourself, Greg,
or it becomes very obvious you aren't here for any purpose than to
support your own biases, and remain ignorant.

I love your "pronouncements" like this.
Either I must ( X ) or I will (some assenine crap).
It's classical Megalomania thought process.
If people fail to kiss your ass, they are damned in your eyes
and you write these either (x) or you will (y) pronouncements.

I think that it should be as commonly understood as a need, just as
math is.

YOU are the one that plays the games that are suggested by this story,
Greg.

YOU want a free ride. Is that not correct?

What free ride? I want them to stop INTRUDING!

I want "them" to stop intruding by pretending they are parents when
all they are are sperm and egg donors and don't give a **** for their
children, beyond using them.

Your obsessive hatred of parents exudes from your pores.

The intrusion in those cases is a violation of the child's rights.

You want a free ride from the state of Iowa, do you not, Greg?

Our rights we prize, our liberties we protect! State motto of Iowa

Have you proven that the little girl was removed solely because of the
"false" (your claim not mine) sexual abuse allegation?

Why would I need to show it was SOLELY for that reason?
The Sex Abuse History was numbered 8 in the affidavit but
everybody knows that it would NOT be number 8 in the
Judges mind when they sought a court child removal order.

We can show a whole array of abuses.
We have a small mountain of audio tapes from phone calls
to and from the caseworkers.

Or is there a chance that the shower room
activity might just come up
in a discussion of that issue?

It would have never been anything
except for the fictional Sex Abuse History
the caseworker made up.

Would you say that the Little Red Hen story in the article
was describing capitalism or socialism Kane?

On Jul 4, 2:01 pm, "0:-]" wrote:
On Wed, 04 Jul 2007 04:22:19 -0700, Greegor
wrote:





On Jul 2, 1:20 pm, "0:-]" wrote:
On Mon, 02 Jul 2007 02:54:05 -0700, Greegor
wrote:

On Jul 2, 1:10 am, "0:-]" wrote:
On Sat, 30 Jun 2007 17:03:32 -0700, Greegor
wrote:

Kane?

On Jun 27, 6:43 pm, fx wrote:
http://www.whidbeynewstimes.com/port...aper=84&cat=48...

Editor's Column: The Little Red Hen, updated

By Jim Larsen

Jun 27 2007

We were going through some old books in the basement and came across a
story called, "The Little Red Hen." It was a book I read as a child and
that my own children had read years later. Leafing through the slim
volume, I was struck by how hopelessly out of date it was.

It's a simple story. The Little Red Hen is the role model. She plants
wheat, raises it, harvests it, takes it to the miller, works the flour
into dough, and shoves the dough into the oven. Every step of the way
she asks for help, only to be turned down repeatedly by the lazy duck,
pig and cat. Not until the bread is removed from the oven and is ready
to eat do the others agree to lend their assistance. By then it's too late.

"No you won't," said the Little Red Hen. "You wouldn't help me plant the
seeds, cut the wheat, go to the miller, make the dough or bake the
bread. Now, my three chicks and I will eat this bread ourselves!"

Everyone probably knows the story. Trouble is, it hasn't been updated in
more than 50 years. In the present day, the story continues like this:

Just as The Little Red Hen and her chicks were sitting down to eat the
warm, tasty bread, they heard a knock at the door. Whoever could it be?

"Greetings, Little Red Hen," said the man, dressed in a dour black suit.
"I'm the Tax Man, and I'm afraid you haven't paid the local, state and
federal taxes on your efforts. Give me half the loaf of bread or we'll
take you away from your chicks and throw you in jail."

Naturally, The Little Red Hen paid her taxes, thankful that the Tax Man
only wanted half. There was still enough bread left to sustain the
chicks, if not make them plump. Just as they were about to eat, there
was another knock at the door. With some reluctance, The Little Red Hen
opened the door again.

"Greetings, Little Red Hen," said the stern-looking lady at the door.
"I'm from the Commission on Equality, investigating a complaint filed by
the duck, the pig and the cat. They say you're discriminating against
them by not sharing your bread."

The Little Red Hen was perplexed. "That can't be," she said. "They all
had their chances to help me but they refused to work. It's not fair
that they share the fruits of my labor."

This ruffled the feathers of the visitor. "Did you ever ask why they
wouldn't work?," she asked, scolding the Little Red Hen. "The duck had
an ugly upbringing, the pig was never fed a balanced diet and the cat
has been harassed all its life by your neighbor's dog. And now you
refuse to feed them! You set an extremely poor example for your chicks
by not sharing with these needy animals. I'm afraid I have to take the
rest of your bread, and don't be surprised if your next visitor is from
Chick Protective Services!"

Soon the duck, the pig and the cat were dining on the bread made by The
Little Red Hen, and her chicks were being escorted out the door by CPS.
Distraught, The Little Red Hen was told she had to go to court.

The judge was impatient as The Little Red Hen told her selfish story,
but listened with sympathy to the duck, the pig and the cat. When they
concluded with a plaintive, "And we're still hungry!," the judge
couldn't hold back his tears.

"Don't worry," he told the duck, the pig and the cat. "Pretty soon
you'll be feasting on roasted chicken."

The end.

Greg?

I'm not the one advocating living off the taxpayers of Iowa, Greg.

Nor do I have government solutions to family problems, like you and
your cronies keep arguing in favor of.

You want to fire all the CPS caseworkers, supervisors, contractors
and send them all home?

No. But your desire to and REPLACE THEM, is just another government
solution, but one YOU happen to like.

Though you could not pull it off.

The need is still there, and unless you have a decade or two, you
cannot find replacements better qualified.

Indoctrinated into an agency culture of corruption.

Then you believe you can find them that are not indoctrinated into an
agency culture "of corruption," Greg? Or you simply want to destroy
CPS and let abusive parents do what they will?

Politically inbred.

What is your solution, Greg? Keep them all in a perpetual state of
being sued?

Not unless you were willing to pay them more for less caseload, and
had the time to wait around while they got educations and training and
experience.

Fewer removals for the bounty would mean lighter caseloads.

Propaganda babbling again, Greg. And not an answer to my question.

You simply open another avenue on my question. How would you pay them
if not by the case?

How should the state pay for child protection, Greg?

All other state business is based on the level of activity, is it not?

You'll base funding on what, Greg?

Go ahead, run. Give a smart ass answer.

Do you want to guess where one has to get experience in child
protection, Greg?

Out of a box of Cracker Jacks?

We see you can't answer, Greg. You don't have to demonstrate.

In other words, your crackpot idea, and that of your cronies, is
pointless babbling. You cannot 'replace' CPS, and you know it. You
just want to let the criminals off.

What percentage of CPS cases are for CRIMINAL child abuse?
Less than 1% isn't it?

And does CPS exist to PROSECUTE those criminals?
Who "lets them off" Kane?

Geoffrey Rantz was a child molester caseworker.
Would you say we need his experience on the job?
Who was it that "let him off" in Iowa and why?

If CPS doesn't exist and the children are simply left to be abused and
or die, you can't train replacements.

You *******s don't need replacement children.

I'll check my birth certificate again, but last time I read it, my
mother and father are listed as spouses.

And it's plain to see you are totally defeated, and mad as hell that
I'm not just going to bow in defeat at your brilliant idea of
replacing CPS.

Get all new workers. Change the laws. Fire everyone.

As it is, there is about a 10 cycle going on for the past 4 decades
that I've witnessed, where that is essentially just what happens. A
nearly complete turnover of employees occurs about at that rate, as
does the political scene, and the cast of players that have "the cure
for CPS."

Each new set tries to reinvent CPS, with the same outcome, over the
next ten years.

Our society swings, on this issue, from 'save the child,' to 'save the
family.'

The objective, of course, is to save society from the ravages of
abusive and neglectful parents. And raise responsible healthy citizens
who will work, pay taxes, obey the law, and have fun.

And kiss caseworker ass.
Land of the free and the home of the brave?

Gee you are dim.

And you are Donald L. Fisher of Oregon, former caseworker and
contractor.

And you continue to make that claim with no proof.

You said you deliberately set that up as a "false trail".
You can't BLAME me then for believing it!



I am not Donald L. Fisher of Oregon. I have worked in mental health
work with youth, teens...and my only "casework" was NOT. It was
employment as a student on a work study program, and I did in home
support and training for single mothers who were CPS clients.

My families were not "cases" I worked on. In fact I usually didn't
even have case record viewing privs, Greg. Just guidelines about the
support services I was to provide.

Neither contractor or 'caseworker,' but simply a provider of adult
education services, officially.

And trust me, I did not vacation in Cuba 0:] or anywhere else, on the
salary of a work study student.

Note my recent comment when someone suggested forcing parents (this
was the taped to the face pacifier thread) to take parent training, a
mother to be forced to have hormone monitoring after she gives
birth..etc.

How kind of you not to go with that particular Nazi idea.

Nothing "kind" about it. The person suggesting is simply was not
thinking...a Greg-like response.

There's actually not a lot of difference in her suggestions, and
yours, Greg.

What, your brand of Socialism doesn't quite go as far as hers?

Yours does.

My solutions are based on getting from the government what the society
demands of it.

In fact, though it would be personally painful for me, if society
decides to allow parents to murder their children, I guess I'll just
have to allow for that.

And immigrate.

What other country could tolerate your rabid crusade?
Maybe you could be the Che Guevera of spanking?
In a country with machine guns everywhere.
Maybe England?


I suggested that children in public school (and most states allow
families to homeschool so they could opt out if they wished) learn
child care as a simple matter of course. It used to be an elective.

I don't think many would object to that.

Careful, you might be seen agreeing with me.

Do they still have kids in high school fill out practice tax forms?

I don't know. Get back to us with the answer.

And never ask a question you aren't willing to answer yourself, Greg,
or it becomes very obvious you aren't here for any purpose than to
support your own biases, and remain ignorant.

I love your "pronouncements" like this.

That you are here with biases, and wish to remain ignorant? Yes, I
like them myself.

Either I must ( X ) or I will (some assenine crap).

I didn't say you "Will" anything, Greg. WE WILL simply see you for the
lying fool you are. Easily conned by your buddies, and ...

There goes the Royal WE again! What a Megalomaniac!

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