I remember an interview with Trump wherein he grinned a shidt-eating grin & answered the question:  When is enough...enough?  He said something to the likes of:  Never.  It’s just too much fun to make more than the other guy; it’s a game we play.  [That ol’ he who dies with the most toys wins adage, I suppose.]

So if this is what remains of the greatest of humanity’s endeavors, then it’s my mournful belief that we may never see the best that humanity iz capable of.  Not in this go-around...& that, m’ friends, just...plain...sucks. 

I’ve witnessed...& held in my arms and deepest depth of soul, children born of so lovely she & I; ...known that humbling/entrenching sense of mortality and perfect blessings and responsibility, ...and I know, more than I know anything else, ...that humanity was meant for better days than we endure today.

Once all the land & all the water & all the seeded cash flow has been tapped, which is likely where we are at right about now, & it becomes the semantics of the richest merely aiming to best the richest, then all that is left to their mindless game is to TAKE it from the masses by prying every last penny out of their earnings by hook or by crook...& convincing them it’s just & dutiful & simply the way of good economics.

What a pizzer, all those nights around a good fire...optimism and inspiration & hopeful procreation driving our hearts and minds into frenzied warm laughter and eyes-into-eyes kinship & parallel motivations.  All to be halted eventually by a mighty empty spate of greed.  & when the culmination starts...they’ll probably call it God’s wrath...& blame those of us who enjoy the adventures & breakers-endlessly-breaking afterglow of inspired lovemaking into the wee hours of some perfect night.

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Kevin, don’t go bro.  I’d consider it an honor if you’d continue to one liner criticize my every future post, ...no matter how much red-hearted spirit I put into it.  You’re a staple here, ...so perhaps reconsider the loss to your peers?  As far as I’m concerned, you have all freedom’s carte blanche to spurt anything you feel like at me, with absolutely no explanation whatsoever, ...and I will hold my tongue for sake of the board at large. 

;o) Cheers!