Best fart joke ever. Wisest, most high-minded and kindest human being I've ever seen. Charming. No wonder the Chinese hate him. They sense, fear rightly, that, when this fellow dies, the Maitreya Buddha will be born. The Lord of Light and of self-defined and self-created Individualist Democracy, Anarchy, if you will, among kind, wise, well-educated and crafty people; like what should have happened at Tienanmen Square--that thing we all felt happening then, but which, alas, did not happen. I can see the Czechs and Poles and Slovaks and Iranians and Japanese getting there. But the Chinese, eheu, have still a few wrong collective notions about how much control, and over whom, a central authority may be exercised. They feel it in their bones, and they communicate it to one another by example and by precept--and they're wrong: They may not reclaim Taiwan. ยกSee what they are doing in Hong Kong (God damn Margaret Thatcher, for the surrender of which, and for the decommissioning of Britannia)!
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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