Jim Otto died the other day, one of the greatest centers in pro football and just a legendary figure. His double-aught number displayed in big numbers on his chest made him stand out as one-of-a-kind. He epitomized the Raider football team. Mean as junkyard dogs.
I knew that he gave his body to the game, and later in life lived with a daily pain that would fell a lesser man. I heard the stories of him having to lift each leg painfully out of bed each morning, a legacy of having destroyed his body to give his all and best playing the game he loved.
I didn’t know that late in life they amputated a leg. Now that is a dedication to the game so far above and beyond as to be unimaginable in today’s NFL.
When the MAGA crowd talks of a “man”, a real man, if you are on the Left and just don’t understand what they mean, look up Jim Otto.
He played the game when you took a beating, there were no easy fouls or whistles, no “don’t touch the quarterback”, every week was a brawl.
The way it is going we will never see men of his stature again. He could go into the ring with three of today’s men in a cage match and I would bet my last dollar he would be the last man standing.
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I see on Page 6 in the NYPost that the JLo marriage is in big trouble. I’ve no idea how many marriages she has gone through, but to me she is a cautionary tale for all of the young men out there. Boys, if she thinks she is “all that”, and truly “God’s gift to earth”, you may want to consider just hitting it, and getting it, and moving on. Don’t make an investment in “love and devotion”. Because someone that self-absorbed can never show devotion to anyone but themselves, and their first love is always themselves, you’ll never be their answered prayer. Their answer prayer is in their mirror full time.
JLo deserves Ben Affleck, the male version of herself. Mutual love can’t find footing in a world of self-absorbed love, there is no room.
Methinks all these 29 year old sad and man craving instagram and Tik Tok “models” who all just look fantastic, even in work out gear in the car filming themselves, need to disengage from their JLo type behavior. And realize that true love and happiness comes from without, giving yourself to another, and not falling in love with your mirrored reflection from a video online. The day they stop believing themselves “God’s gift” is the day a man will come along and fulfill their existence in ways an adoring public on Tik Tok never can.
And then we can stop seeing video after video of crying 29 year olds, telling us all how perfect they are and that it is a mortal sin their Prince Charming hasn’t arrived.
Their secondary problem is that they all, to a woman, think they deserve a Tom Brady, money and all, but that is another story.
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I came of age in the mid-70’s and the pinnacle of my sense of humor was “Mr. Bill” from SNL. I don’t care how many times I saw the episodes, which were all the same plot, Claymation “Mr. Bill” gets tortured and destroyed in three minutes while screaming “Oh No!” over and over. I would hear that high pitched squeaky voice and howl watching the claymation get torn apart. I’d cry laughing. People thought I was absolutely demented, but the entire premise just destroyed me. The more he’d beg not to be hurt, and the more “Mr. Hand” tortured him, the more I lost it.
Saw a video on Youtube the other day from those old days. Lost it the same way.
Listen up, you read me regularly, and wonder if I’ve gone around the bend after hearing my world view point, well, this is nothing new. I’ve been bent from birth.
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You all know I’m a conspiracy theorist. But listen up. And if anyone knows details, fill me in down in the comments section.
I’m starting to wonder if perhaps the CIA ran that big eared billionaire Ross Perot and funded his entry into the race to triangulate the vote and get Clinton elected. With Clinton’s record with women they had to have enough dirt on him to bury him a hundred times over. And lord it over him his entire Presidency to force him to do the bidding of the CIA, and NSA.
Of course the flaw in this theory is that as ex-CIA head Bush was one of them, an insider, so why take him down when he was one of their own?
But there has to be something to the fact Perot came, and went so fast, and really never meddled in politics in any meaningful way again. He appeared, triangulated the vote and literally gave the Presidency to Clinton, and disappeared.
I’ve heard talk that he hated the Bush family, and wanted to exact some revenge upon them for some unseen slight, or at least unknown to me.
But looking back I smell CIA.
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I have absolutely no desire to ever see Alaska. Is that odd? I’ve known families that have gone on the “Alaskan cruise”, who tell tales of seeing whales, moose, mountain ranges, and nature that seems to stretch on forever. Glaciers that rise from the water and tower over the ship. I’ve known people who went salmon fishing to Alaska with guides and say it was a bucket list trip they will never forget.
I have a laundry list of places that I’d prefer to go before ever thinking of Alaska.
I”m not even sure I’d go if you paid for the cruise.
I’ve never been a person that has a burning desire to go to the national parks, see those one-of-a-kind sights. I mean you have to travel days to see Mount Rushmore, but after looking at it for five minutes and taking in the awe, what then? Three days of travel for five minutes of “Oh, wow”?
Same with Old Faithful. Days of travel to see one big squirt? Or days traveling the desert to see Devil’s Tower?
Nope. Nope, Nope, Nope. Don’t need to travel days on end for five minutes of “awe”.
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NY is getting gambling, full-tilt gambling, Atlantic City style gambling soon. Man would I like to be a fly on the wall of those license approvals. It has to be like that great episode of “Taxi” where Jim burns down Louie’s apartment and then gives him a blank check from his father. Louie goes through all kinds of gyrations and thoughts as to how much to “steal” in writing the check for whatever amount he needs. Make the check out for too much, Jim’s dad can cancel the check, too little and he leaves money on the table. It is quite the dilemma.
How much bribery can the NY politicians hide from those who gain approval on the applications. And how much graft can the “approved” pay before they walk from the negotiations?
Right now I am thoroughly convinced a delicate dance is taking place behind the scenes. Too many billions at stake for the Dems who have complete control over NY to ignore having Dem politicians reach into the licensee’s pockets and grabbing so much they don’t tear the pocket open in the process and spill the graft into public view.
Thieving is going down up there, there is far too much money at stake for there not to be.
I only wish that the FBI was in the middle of the entire process recording it all, so we could see the fat cat Dem politicians perp walked after taking huge sums for license approvals.
I know it is going on, you know it is going on, every NYer knows it’s going on.
But nothing will be done.
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Speaking of which Atlantic City is going to go on a respirator after NY gets huge gambling centers Ala “The Borgata”. AC remained a shit-hole outside the casino doors, no amount of gambling funds poured into the place made a difference in the streets, the housing, the education, the people. If any gambling proceeds were actually spent on the city and not siphoned off in graft and grift.
I’ve had more fun rolling dice in AC than you’ve ever seen. Outrageous table behavior that had everyone at the rail laughing, betting, and just going crazy insane. But when NY opens those doors it’ll be goodby AC, nice knowing you. Even the oceanfront won’t save them.
AC had an East Coast monopoly on gambling. And wasted all the cash away, never actually improving the town at all. Sad. Those nights throwing dice were memorable. As was winning a few of those night-time hold ‘em tournaments they held daily.
Nothing was more fun than winning an evening poker tournament then going to Nero’s Restaurant on the second floor and eating a steak as big as your head. The baked potato was even bigger than that. And the grape would flow. All free from winnings or comps.
Alas, no fun lasts forever.
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All my life I’ve heard of the benefits of psychiatry. An analysis. As a pure Irishman at heart I do enough soul searching on my own, I don’t need to lay on a couch and have a conversation with a stranger. The only good that would produce would be to force the “doctor” to seek his own mental help after listening to me go on and on.
But I would like to see a group of them get together and do some analysis on the mind-set of a teacher that would prey on a student sexually. Because it appears there is an epidemic out there of teachers having sexual relations with students and I mean as young as middle school.
There has to be some identifiable trait of men and women who would perpetrate such an act. There has to be a “tell”. There has to be some unmet “need”, some emotional damage that can be sussed out on a test, or determined in an interview. And I’d say it is probably a much different trait from man teacher, to woman teacher. Although where pedophiles are concerned if you want to find them look for where the kids are, they tend to move toward ready availability to feed their awful desires.
But as I type this kids are being damaged for life. Every day it seems another teacher is exposed. There has to be some common trait in all these female teachers abusing young men. I’m not saying I know what it is, I’m saying just as serial killers have a “tell”, so must serial abusers of children have some common trait.
We need to add a test for teachers to get into the classroom. To prevent such monsters from getting to the children before they can act.
A few teachers are doing lasting and life-long damage to students under their care. Something needs to be done about this.
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Good Holy God the media is starting in on the “Putin” narrative again. The “Russian Collusion Hoax” refuses to die. Not again. Jesus not again. How many times can they play the shell game before you realize what hucksters they are and always have been, this media.
The same holds true for all the new “Supreme Court” articles attacking the conservatives on the court. That drum is being beat all day, every day now. From every angle. Why to the curious and skeptical it would appear to be a coordinated attack to remove a few sitting conservatives and gain back control of the court with a few Democrat appointees. There is even pressure on Sotomayor to retire early, before the November election, so a Democrat President can name a young replacement from the Far Left guaranteeing a seat well into the future. And to prevent her from having to retire from health issues under God forbid a Republican Presidency and the Dems lose yet another seat.
If you, as I, am an inveterate reader, and have an insatiable appetite for news, please begin to look for these articles about the horrors of an Alito, the sins and crimes of a Thomas, and realize that all of it is a Democrat controlled hit machine designed to take out. a conservative and gain the control they desire over the one branch of government they do not control.
It is all a farce, an act, a scream from the Left at the top of their lungs to get control over the Supreme Court once and for all time.
You need to train yourself to do this, see the article claiming that Thomas and his wife are traitors, scum in the pocket of rich conservatives, MAGA types, who should immediately recuse themselves from every vote upcoming, and say to yourself, “this is all lies promulgated by dark money groups funding Democrat causes, is not real, and is just another example of what human pieces of filth exist in the Democrat Party as well as in the media that serves them. Then you’ll be able to skip the article completely, and breathe easier.
Our Supreme Court is in fine shape, wonderful shape, with mostly honorable people on it committed to interpreting the Constitution and not their personal politics through their rulings.
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If Trump somehow gets elected in November his first official act in January should be to compare motor voter bills with voting rolls and see once and for all how many illegals are voting in our elections. I say it has to go into the millions. Just in California. Anyone who denies they are voting is a fool. They got a card when they applied for a license. You think they aren’t going to use it to vote D? And keep all the perks the big, bad R’s are going to take away?
Kill the motor voter bills. They are a cancer on our voting system.
One of the hallmarks of voting is that you should have to make an effort. It shouldn’t be as easy as sitting on the sofa filling out a mail-in ballot. That is one lazy democracy.
Making an effort says you care enough about out country and situation to vote.
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Anna Luna for Trump VP. All day, every day. Beautiful, smart, committed, conservative, family values, she is the entire package.
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“Too big to fail” needs to be rewritten and reinterpreted. We need to change it to “so big they own government”, or “Oligarchs who stole America”.
Too big to fail makes me think, “No, we can’t let them fail”!
The narrative is backwards.
We need people to understand “too big to fail” is “so big they own our government and you have no say anymore”.
Republicans have no PR ability at all. Give the Left credit, they come up with shit like the E-Trade baby and it is absolutely hilarious.
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One of the worst things you can do is sit up in bed late and put on the Food Channel when Guy Fieri is doing triple D. You sit in skivvies under covers ready for bed and see that food porn, oh man. You see them drip a porchetta in au jus and marry it to a fresh baked bun. You see sauces to die for go over the top of the sandwich.
You see a chef whip up a plate of Asian food dripping in a honey-infused soy sauce with all manner of spices. Immediately you want to go out the door and buy food, you want to find a Pho noodle bar. But it’s near midnight and this isn’t NYC. Nothing is open. Even if you could use the Grub Hub app on your phone there are no places currently open to sate your new found hunger. This isn’t a Vegas casino, this isn’t the Big Apple, there are no all night specialty joints ready and willing to send you a beef noodle dish, or chicken and Chinese vegetables in a brown sauce at One AM.
Salivating like a sheep dog left out in the heat is no way to go to bed. Craving food desperately is a bad pre-sleep routine.
Going back to a previous post on here, man, what I wouldn’t give to be in the Borgata right now, wandering over to that noodle bar, and ordering a Kirin and half the menu. Good God the very idea of eating at that noodle bar, then being able to go play craps all afternoon or night?
Heaven on earth. I mean Heaven - on - earth.
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People think they are going to live forever. Sometimes they don’t even think about it.
I want a newer car, mine is a 2012. Runs well, needs some repairs, but I’ve had it some 9 years, time for new. Or “certified used new”. And wouldn’t you know it, every car I like is expensive, I mean really expensive. Over-the-top expensive. No Kia for me.
But sitting and scrolling “Cars.com” the other day my wife sitting next to me heard the plan and said “No, we are too old to go into that kind of debt, I don’t want to be in my mid-seventies paying off debt, we are trying to pay down the last of our debts now.”
And it hit me, a seven year loan is going to take me to near mid-70’s. Holy Shit. Where is the eight hundred dollar a month payment coming then? Am I going to have to work until I drop? Am I going to have to sit here all decrepit and working for some telemarketer to make the car payment? Or am I going to waste valuable SS dollars on a hunk of machinery?
Who takes loans at this advanced age? I could die half-way through the payment book and stick the family with payments, or the embarrassment of the tow truck repossessing the vehicle.
Ahhhh, but I want a new one, age be damned, I’ll sign, bring me that payment book!
I’d rather be all aged and decrepit in a cool convertible, wind blowing through hair thinning beyond belief, than sitting home “comfortable” with a few dollars cash in the bank. I want to ride fast, be young at heart, and leave a happy corpse.
I’ll eat spam to get a nice car in my old age. I really will.
Nah, Just kidding ya.
I’ll find some way to keep the dollars flowing and make all the payments. And if I die halfway through the payment book, well, that mortician will have to pry the smile off of my face for the viewing. Sorry Dear, I like the finer things in life, I married you didn’t I?
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Wife just yelled “important zoom call, gonna last a while, keep quiet out there”, and shut the door to her office. What better time than to grab up the pound cake, strawberries, and whipped cream for an afternoon snack. If I am anything I am opportunistic. Avoiding the wife’s “you are fat minded” commentary by deep sixing the evidence deep into the trash, and being a “good boy” for hand washing all the silverware and bowls, I am becoming an expert in subterfuge. Maybe I am fooling myself, but do you think she’d miss a chance to trash me as being a “fatty”?
I’ll have no shame as I swallow the dessert down in less than two minutes. At the random time of 3 in the afternoon.
Reminds me of the old wine bottle days when I , ahem, had a bit of a grape problem. I became paranoid and wondered if she was monitoring the trash and counting bottles, I had to be smart about things. An alcohol issue, even a minor one, will cause you to take precautions. To avoid all those suggestions of being a wino alcoholic. Hey, I wasn’t driving a car, I was swallowing the entire bottle over an evening at home. What is consuming a whole bottle from six to eleven, Hell, I could drink three bottles over that time period and never be inebriated. That is a full six hours. What else is there to do when it snows outside and you are trapped inside like a rat?
I’d add cheese, pickles, pate, and crackers. I wasn’t swilling directly from the bottle for Christ’s sake, and I used the correct wider bottomed red wine glass. I’m not a cretin. I sipped, ate proper wine accoutrements, and drank the grape like an Oenephile, someone with pedigree, I’m human, not a slouch or reprobate.
One Winter, the first bottle quickly consumed and thinking I needed a second, I called the neighbor. A golfing buddy. “Chris”, I whispered on the telephone, “Chris I need you to put on a parka, go out into the waist high snow, and put a bottle of cabernet on my wood deck, right by the door”. “she knows how many bottles of cab we have, she’ll know an extra one is gone”. “hello Chris, Chris, are you there, it’s me Herman, Chris, press five if you can hear me”. “Chris! I need you, man”.
He laughs about it to this day twenty-five years later. He laughs because he knows I was serious. If he was a real friend he’d have crawled over all that snow to deliver me a bottle of grape, and the good stuff man, not some barefoot trash or Josh.
I’m not fooling the wife of 40 years of marriage and 9 years of dating prior to marriage a bit. She knows every move, every twitch, every blink. She will know I ate a dessert in the middle of a Monday afternoon. She knows what she married.
Doesn’t stop me from trying to be stealth. I love a good game of cat and mouse. I tell myself I haven’t hit rock bottom yet. When I’m out I don’t buy Arby’s and eat it before I get home to avoid her catching me eating fatty filth foods. I don’t hide the wrappers.
If I ever find myself buying fast food and trying to consume it all so I don’t have to answer for my actions when I get home I’m turning the car around and making a collect call from the Rehab center.
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I don’t normally touch on the subject of race in this Substack, but a black twitter post upset me. A guy posted a picture of a “white’s Only” water fountain and asked what “great again” America did MAGA want to return to, it wasn’t so great for blacks back then. Being forced to use separate fountains.
But today they have black only graduations at colleges, safe spaces at colleges where only blacks can congregate, with “their own”, so they can feel free to be themselves.
But I ask how can a white person get a bottle of water in a “safe space” for blacks only at that college? Isn’t that “water for blacks only”?
Have we not returned to a day, by black choice, of “black water bottles only”?
What is the difference? Except for the fact back then whites wanted their own water fountain because they though blacks lesser, and today blacks want a safe space with their own water bottles that a white man can’t touch because they aren’t “comfortable” around people in the majority that “don’t look like them”.
I’m sick to death of hearing about our past sins. They weren’t my families sins anyway, one side got here in 1904, the other was hispanic.
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Ivan Boesky died, if you were alive in the 1980’s crazed Wall Street days you knew him as a financier who bought up stocks, greenmailed companies, made untold millions on junk bonds, and then was convicted of insider trading and went to jail. After living quite the lavish lifestyle and along with Michael Milken changing Wall Street forever.
My favorite Boesky story is of going to one of NY cities finest dining establishments, one of those fancy French places that only the richest of rich could enter and gain a table, where, wanting to impress the expansive table of people he’d brought to dine, he ordered everything on the menu for himself. The entire menu.
As they were serving plates to his guests they wheeled out racks of plates to Ivan. He instructed a waiter to get an empty plate, then pointed to different items on the rack until they filled a plate, then waved his hand to take the rest away.
This was his “mine is bigger than all of yours moment”, his way of sticking his extreme wealth up the noses at everyone at the table, everyone in the restaurant, and everyone who would eventually hear the story.
For me it was an eye opening story. I am from modest means and have a very limited brain. I read a menu I hesitate to get the most expensive item. God forbid I should see MP listed. That is a fear of God moment. What if they bring it, and then the bill comes, and I face a $ 250 a plate fee for ordering the lobster absent inquiring as to the exact price they will exact once consumed? And who asks what MP is, you feel like a cretin who shouldn’t even be in the establishment in the first place.
In the most expensive retaurant in New York City, in the most expensive city in the country, Ivan decided he deserved to have the entire menu of items to himself for a meal. That idea wouldn’t enter my pea brain in a zillion years. The idea of ordering the entire menu all for myself.
It was nothing short of poetic justice that he later landed in a jail cell. It was probably a country club jail, but a jail none the less.
Whenever I hear the Antifa types, the Occupy Wall Street types go nuts over capitalism, want the system torn down, I can’t help but think of absolute pigs like Ivan Boesky. Men such as him justify their cries. I can’t argue with them when I think back on Ivan and his buddy Michael, who also had to go to jail for his avarice and greed.
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Beloved comedian Jerry Seinfeld just made the worst movie ever made and the critics shrugged. The man produced a comedy film that wouldn’t elicit even a smile from the most small minded of individuals. Forget laughter. The movie had no humor at all. None. He stretched a two minute SNL bit into over an hour.
What should be a huge stain on the end of his career in show business will go unnoticed. The slobbering fanboys in the critics circle would never berate their hero.
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While on the subject of movies and shows a few weeks back I watched a movie, or it might have been a small three part series I can’t remember at this age, where the movie was set in either Appalachia, or a Kentucky-Tennessee rural region, with the usual old, decrepit trailer in the woods, and depicting the poorest of the poor of white America.
And the other day a neighbor told me about some series on Prime, with Jeff Daniels (whose politics I loathe), and told me to watch. The entire series is set in the hills between Pittsburgh and West Virginia, and features the same old, beat up trailers, and downtrodden forgotten rural towns with every door shuttered except one awful bar.
What is with this current fascination with Hollywood on extreme rural America and it’s denizens. And why must they always be complete white trash eking out an existence, living in an abject poverty, and always interacting in a degenerate manner?
As great as it is shows recognize the poverty and despair in Appalachia, and show the old steel factory shut down and rusted complete, and imply that their lifestyle was “put upon them by the greed of the corporation”, the stereotypical way the people are shown is an ugly portrait.
Why is it we see “The Wire” and every poor family has a “dignity” that bleeds through the screen, but in these movies on Appalachia the people are murderers, police who condone murders, degenerates sleeping around, with pre-wedding pregnancies, and people not even trying to escape their despair.
In Hollywood’s version there are no JD Vance, only hispanic women who escape to NY and live the good life, only to be sucked back into town where they violate their marriage vowels with the dirt bag old boyfriend the second they hit town.
Wanna know what Hollywood thinks of poor whites?
See “Single Shot” with the very talented Sam Rockwell, or see “American Rust” with the liberal ass munch Jeff Daniels.
I’ll tell you this, they don’t think much of them.
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Having an ongoing argument with an old friend. He is a “Whole Foods” type, you know, Acai bowls for breakfast type, smoothies as a meal type, kind of guy who carries around a metal Yeti cup and sips from it all day. Yeah, that guy. A man in close touch with his feminine side.
He says processed food is killing Americans. Big Agra is poison. All of our current health maladies can be laid at the feet of big processed food companies.
I say he is a metrosexual effeminate twit.
Well he is, but that is another argument off topic of this particular conversation.
Anyway, my argument is big processed food, big Agra, has been able to produce cheap, low nutritious value foods, that make it cheap for low income families to feed their families, so that fewer and fewer go to bed hungry in our nation, and we owe that to big Agra, we owe it to the ingenuity of processed food companies to produce affordable food.
And that absent cheap nutrition our population would be much, much, smaller.
Would you rather have an underclass of fat, out-of-shape, ate too much Burger King and Taco Bell that is alive. Or an underclass that didn’t breed because people who go to bed hungry aren’t worried about sex, all they worry about is hunger.
It is my contention I’d rather be alive with clogged arteries from low nutrition consumption, than never conceived at all because mom and dad went to bed hungry and malnourished and who couldn’t be bothered with sex.
He claims my argument is unfounded, absurd, and that I am an idiot. Fair point on the idiot.
He really laughed when I brought up “Arabians”.
What the Hell do Arabian horses have to do with cheap processed foods he asked?
Well, in the 1980’s the government subsidized the breeding of Arabians, and all the rich had Arabian horse farms. Then they dropped the subsidy. And now no one has Arabian Horse farms, there are no Arabian horses. They don’t exist. No one is breeding them, they don’t make economic sense to raise absent a subsidy.
So Arabian horse farms are awfully hard to find today.
Same with food production in the US. My buddy wants to make “Whole Foods” the minimum standard in the US. Only healthy food sold. Shutter all fast food places.
But if they did that our population would drop dramatically in three generations.
As the lower class couldn’t afford to shop at Whole Foods, couldn’t afford the nutrition. Less affordable food, less people.
I get it.
Do you?
I mean, where are all the Arabians?
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One of your best Michael.
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