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Even the sharks have to eat, but I prefer to avoid being the food. I won’t even begrudge the sharks who own or work for Bank of America (as Nation’s Bank is now called) or JPMorgan Chase (as Manufacturers’ Hanover Trust is now called) or any other of those pirates and sharks who run banks and insurance companies, but I resent being forced by law to feed them, and that’s what obamacare is about. Obama sold himself to the sharks, and I hope that he got a good price, but I won’t ...

I was just writing the submission guidelines for a magazine that I am planning to start, when I came to the matter of the Fantasy subgenre. For some reason it has remained stuck in the Middle Ages, and I wonder why. There is something cute about knights, but is a strongly hierarchical society all that interesting or desirable, or what. Do the writers of that sort of thing want to be serfs in a restored feudal society? If that’s the sort of society they want, then they must realize that I would ...

After careful consideration, I have concluded that conquest of all or part of Kiribati would be best for my retirement community. More specifically, the Phoenix Islands are all but completely uninhabited, so it probably would be possible to take over without offending many people. Unfortunately, the islands have been declared a marine heritage zone, or some such thing. That’s fine with me, and with most people, because humans live on land, not in the ocean, and our food needs wouldn’t make much ...

I will have to put off recruiting for the retirement community in the Phoenix Islands until another day, because I had a wonderful idea. I realized that the Happiness Diet only needed a little tweaking to become the love diet or even the seduction diet, depending on the nature of the relationship and the intention of the user(s). Functional foods are a good idea, and this is one of the more useful specializations.

Feelings of love or lust or something like that are matters of ...

Originally Posted by Mohammad Ahmad

poem - 2
As a scorpion

As a scorpion, you sting me
To backbite once and flee
I bear you as a sore inside my eye
But you defame me as you want in lie.
Shalt you turn the foe's hand?
To be peevish as you dared
And pretend to have forgotten my passion.
Indeed then, you behave as a scorpion
To dance over my sorrow as a strange
Whereto had the temper of revenge?
You blow the faith as if you are dead.

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