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Preface
Dedication
Introduction
Chapter One
Much has been learned since then
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Preface
Dedication
Introduction
Chapter One
"Ignorance is
preferable to error, and he is less remote from the truth who
believes nothing than he who believes what is wrong."
-Thomas
Jefferson (Notes on Virginia, 1782)
The Fabituso Society Meeting
January, 2000
The slush had oozed into his rubber boot a block
away from the Yale Club, sending a shock of cold into his foot
through the growing crack on the bottom. The shoes looked fine from
the top and had seen him through his graduation from high school in
Shipslide, Connecticut, through four years of college at Moundville
and into his first job here in New York. He ignored the smirk of the
footman who took his coat and rubbers, pouring out the rest of the
water. His socks were soggy. He tried to ignore the squishing sound
it made; he grabbed the ticket from the man, already grudging the
dollar it would cost to redeem his stuff. MORE
Dave’s
Apartment - January 2000
Dave woke Sunday morning face down on
his bed. The first thing he heard was the rising noise of traffic
and commerce filtering up from the street three flights below. He
did not immediately open his eyes. That seemed like too much of a
commitment. Images wafted through his mind, drawn from the curious
intersection of his entire life history and the new insights last
night had left there like the ring in a bathtub. Not that he had a
bathtub. The shower in the bathroom was the size of a coffin upended
though not nearly so well built. The kitchen was an alcove in the
back corner to the left of the door.
He had not started to drink until
rather late in the evening, long after his memorable conversation
with Lindsey and her mother. Dave did not usually drink at all which
accounted for his present state. MORE
“By gold all good faith has
been banished; by gold our rights are abused; the law itself is
influenced by gold, and soon there will be an end of every modest
restraint.”
Malaysian
Fantasy
February,
1992
His family loved
living in Malaysia. Their villa was located in a lushly landscaped
residential area convenient to every imaginable kind of shopping.
Fran had initially been slightly intimidated with handling a staff of
two but she had rapidly grown used to not having to clean or cook.
She and her endless cadre of friends, mostly wives of other Benron
employees, spent time nearly every day wandering along the streets
looking into the windows, dashing in to buy, and then doing afternoon
tea at one of the many charming shops dedicated to the purpose. The
British Empire might have left in the flesh but it still lingered in
the quaint cottages of the Genting Highlands and in the day to day
culture. Rule Britannia had become a part of the complex weavings of
peoples and cultures that is Malaysia, joined in an amazing
amalgamation with that of the French, Chinese, Indian, and native
Malay. MORE
“That
they do good, that they be rich in good works, ready to distribute,
willing to communicate; Laying up in store for themselves a good
foundation against the time to come, that they may lay hold on eternal
life.”
Bible: I Timothy (Chapters. VI, v. 18-19)
The Fabituso Society Meeting
March, 2000
It
was now obvious that the Lawrence campaign was going south. Dave had no
doubt his candidate deserved the nomination. Lawrence was honorable,
courageous, intelligent and kind. But neither Lawrence nor his staff had
been able to effectively respond to the ugly rumors that had come out
of no where or the imbalance of money. It was not fair but it was the
bottom line.
The
New Hampshire election had confronted Dave with the necessity of
picking up and moving if he wanted to stay with the campaign for even
another month. This less than appetizing proposition was rendered moot
by the death of his grandfather. Lawrence had been everything that was
decent, calling him to express his sympathy even as Dave was packing his
bag to leave.
The train of events that unfolded from that sad change broadened his choices, leaving him saddened and in a state of semi shock. MORE
“Every
social institution which teaches human beings to cringe to those above
and step on those below must be replaced by institutions which teach
people to look each other straight in the face.”
--Margaret Mead
High up in the balcony, London, 1973
High up in the balcony, London, 1973
Sometimes
life provides insights when least expected. Sometimes those unexpected
insights prove to be worth their weight in diamonds no matter how long
we have to wait for the clear, clean edges of thought to crystallize.
The performance that evening at the opera house in London included singing by Ramona Dewitt, but although a polite hoard of attendees from all over the world were in attendance and the performers were excellent, no one had come just to hear the singing. Tonight marked the pomp filled opening of the first Environmental Conference for the United Nations, held here in England and attended by everyone who was anyone. Her Majesty, the Queen of England, was also in attendance. MORE
A government that is big enough to give you all you want is big enough to take it all away.”
- Barry Goldwater
The Republican Convention, Philadelphia
July 29 - August 3rd, 2000
Dave
stepped off the train into chaos. The station in Philadelphia was
crammed with people leaving, being met, yelling and hauling baggage.
The trip from New York had been pretty exciting, too. Dave’s car had
also carried a contingent of Young Republicans who were obviously keyed
up for the main event of the Republican world – The National Convention.
Delegates
and media had begun arriving on Friday. Saturday was given over to
pre-convention activities that included navigating a maze of
credentialing procedures. That was not exactly fun, but it did give you
an opportunity to mix and see people. For ‘just a visitor’, the
Convention meant meeting old friends, cutting deals of several varieties
and talking shop. At most conventions, being a delegate or an
alternate meant being courted by the floor committees of the candidates.
This convention was already decided. So while there would be some
chasing, most of it was just a formality for the presidential nomination
and the word had come down through channels that the VP slot was also
decided. MORE
“Elections are futures markets in stolen property.”
- H. L. Mencken
Dave Returns to Texas
The
conventions were both over and done with and the summer had burned
itself into the crisp of almost autumn. It wasn’t here yet but you
could smell it on the air when you walked through Central Park. Dave
knew that his friends wondered why he was not returning to Columbia Law
right away. They had accepted his burning desire, expressed just months
ago, to change careers. Most of them had found this sea change
commendable. Politics was a risky career. But why on God’s good name
would anyone want to go to Texas?
Dave
wondered that himself right now, another long grey highway stretching
out ahead of him. But Texas was still a long ways away. He had other
things to do first.
The
call had come in from Bert Sowers to his home in Connecticut, a call
delayed by the fact no one had called Bert to let him know that Gramps
had died in February. Bert was shocked; he later told Dave he would
have come up for the funeral if he had known.
Dave
was sure that was true. Bert was that kind of guy, and he and Gramps
had been good friends. That exchange had lead to Bert getting Dave’s
new phone number from Dave’s Dad and calling him, leaving the message
Dave found on his answering machine when he came in from the train
following the Republican Convention. The conversation that took place
when Dave called Bert back had lead, step by step, to Dave packing up a
motor home in Indiana and heading out, Texas his final destination. MORE
“Associate with men of good quality if you esteem your own reputation; for it is better to be alone than in bad company.”
- George Washington
The Chad Party
Dave’s plane touched down in La Guardia on November 9th from Dallas-Ft. Worth. For once he had thrown caution to the winds and flown first class, enjoying the service and pampering. The meal had come in three courses, served on linen. The first course consisted of an appetizer of salmon pate with French bread that smelled and felt so fresh he actually did take a moment to inhale as he let a pat of butter melt on it. That was followed by a salad of vegetables marinated in a savory basil dressing and a veal cutlet so thin and tender it literally melted in his mouth. The cutlet came with the thinnest, crispest asparagus he had ever tasted. A chocolate mouse topped with a piquant raspberry sauce followed along afterwards with a flow of full bodied coffee. As he ate he thought about the events of the last few days.
“Hatred
ever kills, love never dies; such is the vast difference between the
two. What is obtained by love is retained for all time. What is obtained
by hatred proves a burden in reality for it increases hatred.”
- Mohandas K. Gandhi
Promises of Peace
2001 – June
Darrin
Youngblood was delighted to hear from Dave. Their brief visit at the
Republican Convention the year before had bumped them back into
occasional e-mail contact, exchanging articles and jokes, but neither
had followed up with a phone call until Dave called Darrin at his place
in Sabastapol, near Santa Rosa. Darrin was in the throes of working
over the new business plan for Revolving Rocketry, the nominally dead
company that had for a brief moment actually hoped to put a privately
funded low orbit reentry vehicle in space. Several of the folks who had
helped to build the initial vehicle, which had worked, rising several
dozen feet off the ground before settling back to the thunderous
applause of thousands of space devotees, were still working and living
in the god-forsaken town of Mojave, hoping to resurrect the effort.
This was their life’s dream and they were not going to give up easily.
But meanwhile, while they raised the 100 million deemed necessary to continue, they had other interests.
Darrin
had gone on to join the group that, while still determined to make it
into orbit, had shifted gears a touch. Since for now they were stuck on
this god-forsaken ball of dirt they better make sure it would still be
supporting human life when their grandchildren were born. This turn had
surprised Dave, who knew from experience that Libertarians, the most
intelligent and intellectually innovative end of the Republican Party,
were inclined to be from the Earth First – We’ll pave the other planets
later persuasion. They had been at Moundville, anyway. MORE
“You
assist an evil system most effectively by obeying its orders and
decrees. - An evil system never deserves such allegiance. Allegiance
to it means partaking of the evil. - A good person will resist an evil
system with his or her whole soul.”
- Mohandas K. Gandhi
Gathering in D. C.: The Tome of Truth
Camp David
Camp David
He
hated it when they assigned him to Rosebud, but the President thought
that was funny, along with the rude nicknames that occasionally emerged
during meetings. Along with the charisma, and it was the real thing
there, the President had a nasty streak, especially when he was annoyed.
If
he had been born looking different…….but he hadn’t. The problem was he
looked soft and round no matter what he tried to do about it. Which,
really, was pretty damn little; he had always been unathletic.
It
had been a thrill to come up here for the first time after the
inauguration. Reading about all of the Presidential privileges and
perks had been his favorite form of fantasy when he was young. The
other boys snuck Playboys and bought pornographic movies, but he liked
to read about the men who had occupied the Oval Office, living the life
of power. He had always known his entrée to power would have to be
different. Along with having the charisma of a mud pack and the tubby
form, complete with a baby face, he also knew perfectly well that he
lacked the family ties you needed. The less said about his family in
public, the better. MORE
"Good people do not need laws to tell them to act responsibly, while bad people will find a way around the laws."
- Plato (427-347 B.C.)
September 11, 2001
New
York had very few perfect days, but this looked like it was going to be
one of them. Dave lingered in bed with Fuzz Ball curled up on his
chest. Fuzz Ball was not sure he liked the change to City cat, but
Dave’s Mom was not home very much and after Dave had gone off to college
“The Fuzz” as they called him, had adopted Gramps. With Gramps gone,
Fuzz Ball needed someone. So did Dave. Out his window he could just
see the tip of the Empire State Building. He could see more of it from
his balcony, which had been another selling point. Some mornings you
didn’t want the windows open but today the air held the first nuance of
autumn, not that it would be here for a while, but coming.
Dave
glanced at the rosewood and brass clock sitting on his bedside table
8:30am. Most of the furniture had come with the apartment. It was old
wood, coddled through generations with layerings of care. The bed was a
four poster, also made of rosewood that was deeply etched, and looked
as if it should be in a museum. That had initially made him nervous,
but now he was used to it. His friends knew he had inherited some money
from Gramps but not how much.
Stretching,
he rolled out onto his feet, enjoying the softness of the Tibetan
carpet. Its tones were muted reds and brown with roses edged in yellow
tones. He had changed nothing about the room.
Fuzz Ball resettled himself into the pile of pillows and sighed. MORE
"If you are going through hell, keep going."
- Sir Winston Churchill (1874-1965)
Fear Filled Interludes
They
held the memorial service for Nann at home in Shipslide, Connecticut.
Nann’s parents and Jim had wanted it to be quiet and personal, but Nann
had always been popular and now, with the Towers and death constantly in
the minds of everyone, a small funeral would have been impossible.
America needed to mourn and the victims and their families belonged to
everyone.
On
the train up Dave found himself staring out the window. He was
dreading the next few days. He had promised his mother to spend some
time at home, and since Gramp’s death it had become increasingly
uncomfortable to spend time with his father.
Grimacing,
Dave thought about the angry scenes with his father. At first
delighted with the generous trust account, he had become sullen when he
realized that it was a spendthrift trust and he would never be able to
control the capital. He couldn’t even control the whole thing; each
month a check arrived separately for him and Dave’s mother. Dave’s
mother had set up her own banking account. The house, which Dave had
learned only then was in Gramp’s name, had been left to Dave’s mother.
Dad did not know the full extent of what Gramps had left; the old man
had put in a contingency in his will ending Dad’s income from the trust
account if he sued. Gramps had made sure of every particular; he had
been great with details. MORE
“I
will accept any rules that you feel necessary to your freedom. I am
free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I
tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free
because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do.”
Professor Bernardo de la Paz in
The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress by Robert A. Heinlein
The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress by Robert A. Heinlein
The Freedom Movement
The
terrace was iced with snow now, and Bernard and Dave watched the Empire
State Building from behind the glass of the French windows. Fuzz Ball
spent a significant amount of time leaping at birds that huddled there
close to the glass, frustrated by the surface but unwilling to stop
trying. Dave smiled, trying not to laugh. The Fuzz would look so
offended if he did. Bernard, not normally a cat person, had accepted
the huge old feline as the personality he was. Certainly Fuzz Ball had
accepted him after a period of watching cautiously from under the coffee
table and from the bookcases. The negotiations had lasted about a
month. Now Bernard knew just where to scratch. Fuzz Ball would roll
over so that Bernard could stroke his belly, too, purring deep grumbly
purrs that vibrated his entire body.
Fuzz
Ball was splayed out on his back on the carpet, inviting a good rub.
He slowly swiveled his head and looked at Bernard, sitting on the couch,
hands behind his head. Dave noticed and laughed, reaching down and
giving the cat a rub that set the motor going.
The
ice made fragile patterns on the surface of the window. They were
always changing as the light glazed the surface, transforming as the
minutes ticked past. Dave and Bernard had stopped paying attention to
Fuzz Ball, much to the cat’s annoyance. They were talking about the
frustrations of the present tense of their research. MORE
"I begin by taking. I shall find scholars later to demonstrate my perfect right."
- Frederick (II) the Great
Hamiltonian Reflections
The
Office for Social Truths is a nonprofit located in the heart of
Hollywood. It is run by Frank Kravowitz, a former pink diaper baby who
has reformatted himself as a conservative after a brief stint as a
Libertarian. His organization was high up on the list of Alternative
Libertarian groups that Dave and Christopher and Bernard had marked for
investigation because of the visibility the organization had achieved in
a rather short period of time, and because instead of being a formal
think tank it was really a one man show in many ways.
Its
founder and President, Kravowitz, had always made a living writing
attack books from some point of view. Briefly, Dave wondered if it was
strange for him to be selling his work to the ladies at National Forum
for Republican Women.
Dave
flew into LAX, having planned on the same swing to go to one of the
informal evenings hosted by Rationality Foundation and the Friday for
Breakfast Club Kravowitz sponsored. That was another meal event, but
this time for breakfast. MORE
"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth."
- Sherlock Holmes (by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, 1859-1930)
Pleasures of the Flesh
The
round of organizations had been depressing in a way. Dave had checked
his bag through to New York at the Unity Counter in LAX and was now
ensconced in the first row of the business class non-stop into La
Guardia. For the first half hour he had just sipped a club soda and
stared out the window, watching the left coast recede to be replaced by
the vastness of farmlands, followed by desert and brown. Billows of
clouds had first approached and then engulfed the plane. Closing his
eyes he laid back and searched for the button to lower the seat. His
body was tired, not with the physical fatigue of work but with the
exhaustion of having to pretend; his mind felt raw, hammered, and
stretched.
After
the Russian Tea at the VorMortag pad Dave had hung around for a week so
he could attend the Friday Morning Club. He spent his time either
working in his room or sightseeing. This presented some conflicts for
him. He found himself seeking out some of the places Lindsey had told
him about from her childhood. He even drove up to the small town where
she had grown up, nestled in the foothills of the Sierras. He stopped
there for lunch and bought the local paper, the Tule River Times. He
wondered where she was now. He had tried to call her and the phone had
been disconnected. MORE
"All are lunatics, but he who can analyze his delusion is called a philosopher."
- Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914)
A Signal from the Bunker
Headquarters in New York
Dave
could not believe he was back on an airplane already. Watching the
ground drop away beneath him as the last flash of the Atlantic gave way
to the green and tawny landscape as he headed west he sighed and sunk
back into his seat.
It
was not as if he was really needed in New York right now. Dolly had
taken over the day to day work in addition to chewing into the new
approach to ‘social security’ policy; Bernard and Christopher were busy
familiarizing Larry S. Waterhouse with the parameters of the research.
Larry, outdoing the savant reputation that had preceded him, had added
several new dimensions to the search patterns. His last employment had
been in a start up in Silicon Valley where they had used some of the
same tools to generate data bases for the Internet. Larry had taken his
stock and left as soon as the company went public, investing his
profits in the next generation of recombinant DNA research.
Larry
did not have to work but he did need a challenge. That, and the fact
he was conversant and more so with the edge technologies of the
Permaculture flow theories that were becoming ever more prominent in
their research made him a perfect fit for the job. He had been
installed in the apartment next to Dolly and hit it off with Margarine
and Fuzz Ball like gangbusters. He said with a straight face that they
spoke the same language and the behavior of both cats gave this
assertion curious resonance. The cats actually groomed Larry, licking
whatever part of him they could find. MORE
"Never
doubt that a small group of people can change the world. Indeed, it
is the only thing that ever has."
—Margaret Mead
—Margaret Mead
The War on Iraq
Springtime in New York
The
flowers would follow perfuming the city air with scent. Bernard and
Dolly had made dinner for the crew, all except for Dave who was off
doing research, this time in Massachusetts. Christopher had offered
to clean up and stacked dishes, loading them efficiently into the
dish washer. Larry had wandered back to his computer leaving the
cats bereft and watching the door for his return. Dolly usually
brought Marge along now when she was working up here. Since the only
apartments on this floor were Dave’s and the office they left the
doors open and the cats wandered back and forth, enjoying the
enlarged scope. MORE
"Hatred
paralyzes life; love releases it.
Hatred
confuses life; love harmonizes it.
Hatred
darkens life; love illumines it."
—Martin Luther King
—Martin Luther King
"The noblest fate that a man can endure
is to place his own mortal body between his loved home and the war's
desolation."
Colonel Dubois, quoting someone
else in
Starship Troopers
by Robert A. Heinlein
The Other War
The house where
Rachael Cowlings lived was impressive. Cowlings was a professional
woman whose regular job was in bookkeeping. Family money had paid
for the house and for her vacation place in Martha’s Vineyard.
Standing along a tree lined street in one of the best sections of the
suburban area east of Boston the place was old but well maintained.
Cowling had run for office twice now. She had done better the first
time when there had been only one major party candidate but she was
certainly credible.
“Ms. Cowlings?
I’m Dave….”
“So good of you
to drop by!” Ms. Cowlings had obviously been looking for him.
“Your secretary said you are interested in doing an article on the
Libertarian Party?” Cowling’s voice was smooth and filled with a
combination of eagerness and caution. Dolly or Christopher always
made Dave’s appointments. It did not hurt to impress on
politicians the fact that you could afford to hire people to do what
you could perfectly well do for yourself. MORE
"A people that values its privileges above its principles soon loses both."
Humstead was well aware that county and state organizations of the Republican Party traditionally acted autonomously in most things. That had perhaps been an interesting privilege at one time when the world and America was a simpler and less competitive place. But things had changed now and this would just have to change with it. The Republican Party needed some reorganization.
"All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident."
Dwight D. Eisenhower (1890-1969),
Inaugural Address, January 20, 1953
Inaugural Address, January 20, 1953
Have I Got a Deal for You!
A Change of Procedure from the Highest Level
Humstead was well aware that county and state organizations of the Republican Party traditionally acted autonomously in most things. That had perhaps been an interesting privilege at one time when the world and America was a simpler and less competitive place. But things had changed now and this would just have to change with it. The Republican Party needed some reorganization.
A
perusal of the numbers for the Get out the Vote and fundraising had
persuaded Humstead that a new approach was needed that would enable the
Republican Party to keep abreast of the times and keep the number of
Republican votes rising. Local organizations had annoying ways of
projecting their own concerns on the issues and also, sometimes, failed
to feel the total and all out enthusiasm for electing the candidate that
they should of course feel if they were good Republicans. One little
chink in the smooth running of those cogs could mean that a whole block,
a whole precinct, a whole part of a county, or even an entire county
might not get the full on focus required. Briefly Humstead shuddered at
the thought of a whole state or part of a state being left at the mercy
of a volunteer. MORE
"All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident."
Arthur Schopenhauer (1788-1860)
Meeting of the Fabituso Society
February 2004
It
was strange to be back. Dave had avoided the Fabituso Society Meeting
since the last time Bernard had bowed out in late 2001. Life goes on
and people change. So the first thing that struck Dave was how very
much the same this was. The same waiters, or their doubles, were
pouring drinks at the bars located at each corner of the room. The same
lavish presentations of hors d’ourves were laid out on the table in the
middle. Even the flowers could have been the same, though of course
they weren’t. Everything was real here except the perception that this
represented a grass roots political movement. Now Dave knew that.
Walking
in Dave had seen the same people mostly. Some of them looked a little
older, a little fatter or thinner or balder but essentially they were no
different. This impression was reinforced when he was greeted by some
of his old acquaintances and they took up what seemed to be the same
conversations that they had been having over two years ago. Everyone
was delighted to see him. He said hello to Babbs, and a half dozen
people he had gotten to know back then. MORE
“How
far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young,
compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant
of the weak and the strong. Because someday in life you will have been
all of these.”
- George Washington
A Father's Love for his Children
Saturday, June 5, 2004
Dave
heard the news from Dolly. He had gotten up late on Saturday having
worked until the first golden thrusts of dawn had lit the windows of his
office. There was much to do and little time remained for getting it
done. Waking at noon, he had been slow in rising, Fuzz Ball was sitting
in the middle of his chest and he was loathed to disturb the paunchy
feline, deciding to take the day off, an unusual practice. Scratching
the cat’s neck as the feline dissolved even further into a puddle of
happiness and contentment, he wished he had some of that himself. He
was busy doing important work, but despite meeting dozens of eligible
women he could not seen to find someone who touched his heart and mind,
and he was not really happy.
It was nearly five in the afternoon when the phone had rang and Dolly’s voice, awash with emotion, had told him the news.
She
had gotten up early that morning and gotten online to finish up some
work to go out via FedEx so it could arrive on Monday morning. Then she
and Bernard had gone for a walk; coming back after a late lunch she had
gotten back to work, booting up her computer. The note had come
through from one of their contacts in California before it was announced
on the news. MORE
"Many a man's reputation would not know his character if they met on the street."
“Dave, I need to talk to you.” Larry sat down in the office library where Dave worked, leaning forward in the chair, his eyes fixed on Dave’s face.
Characters and Places
Elbert Hubbard (1856-1915)
The Market in Candidates
and/or
Weapons of Mass Destruction
and/or
Weapons of Mass Destruction
July – 2004
American Revival – An Intermission in Time
“Dave, I need to talk to you.” Larry sat down in the office library where Dave worked, leaning forward in the chair, his eyes fixed on Dave’s face.
“Sure
Larry, what’s the matter?” It must be something with the research.
Dave had determined that Larry had no personal life outside of gaming.
Larry
nodded towards the computer screen. “I e-mailed you some of the data
from the work I have been doing on the NeoCon affinity clusters. I
found some anomalous correlations and I need you to give me good
information.” Larry looked expectant. He had no doubts about what had
been going on. MORE
“Government is
not reason, it is not eloquence, it is force; like fire, a
troublesome servant and a fearful master. Never for a moment should
it be left to irresponsible action.”
- George
Washington
Coming
Together: A New Beginning
American Revival Headquarters
With
events coming to a head in the election and the continuing unraveling
of the War in Iraq, the get togethers at Headquarters were taking on
a tone of urgency. Long discussions had gone on that ranged over
every imaginable topic. Gladys’ long history in working with
families, the outcome of her own experience with the injustice in law
and the courts, had forced them to notice how the same behavioral
strategies were applied in very different situations. The use of
influence, deceit, coercion and violence in some combination were
always present.
But
the conversation on the night of September 30th
was focused on the election. Although they had seen that solutions
do not come from government, still it was impossible to ignore the
fact that government could screw up everything more thoroughly than
any natural disaster. MORE
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