I've been a bit ropey for a couple of days. I was hungover and when I arose yesterday, I headed downstairs and under-cooked the chicken, and my risk/reward shields were down (dehydrated, drunk etc) so I ate it, and I was nauseous for a day or so.
It's a Xmas not a Christmas thing.
Before I was ill, I was researching Dick Nixon again. All the info tallied with stuff I now don't know, because I'm certain of it.
Certainty is the most dangerous place in the universe. I have some expertise.
I can only start with axioms
If the editors/producers in production land, are the heroes in every report they write. Why aren't they the heroes?
Do heroes exist?
Of course but to be the real deal they have fly under cover.
That's just logic.
Sowieso Tricky Dicky
This sentiment goes against prevailing ignorance. If I liked the guy in the past because of context, I love him again. Even though, unlike all of you. I have seen the butterflies of the killing fields and it is written so.
Here. You can search for it. Cambodia might be a start. The rest is up to you.
Also while we're at, it's so easy to see who are the unwelcome players of history. The service-to-self crowd, airbrush our historical greats, and substitute their guys as the heroes (if they weren't in place before) [no more heroes any more].
They are heartless gangbangers, we are
Atlee
Nixon
Wilson & Secretaries
Trump
Corbyn
Media Hate = Dumbocracy
All knew more, but couldn't say...
