I've just about had it with the 24-hour clock.

So irritating.  Gotta track all those damned odd-numbered hours starting with  1300 (which is 1 in the afternoon, by the way. Who the fuck thought that up?)

Hey pal, what time is it?

39:75 hours.

Shut up, you gaddamned communist! You androgynous euro-fascist liberal monarchist...  

Go fiddle yourself with your metric devices in your Roman villa! You monotheist barbarian gothic Hun... 

Go build a slave empire with your war machines. You enslavers... 

Go overpopulate your land and emigrate to other parts of the planet. You colonizers...

Why can't you just tell time like someone from the NEW WORLD?

Natural Human Resources

Discover, develop, and exploit human resources.

 

Search for a resource, and identify it. Categorize the resource and define it. Correct the resource, guide the resource, document the resource, and fire it.

I didn't come here to lose...

I'm a winner. Winners don't lose. Losers never win. Winners are losers at losing. Losing is the least possible winning position. Losing is the WINNER of losing. So, in some cases, losers CAN win. 

When they lose, losers win.

What did I come here to do? 

I came here to win. 

If I came here to lose -- and lost -- I'd be a winner at losing...

If I won, I'd be a loser at losing

I didn't come here to lose.

Daddy's been a great addition to the team

We'd like to take a moment to express our appreciation to our father, who's put in a lot of good work for the family since he joined this endeavor. 

On several occasions, he's risen to the occasion and -- time upon time again -- he has occasioned a rising. In other words, he has gone both above and beyond to serve this family and its membership. 

I, for one, am not ashamed to say that I, for one, could not have done what I have done without him. Others in this organization might disagree on that matter, but frankly they are wrong a thousand times over.

Unfortunately, our father could not be here for this occasion due to his ceasless obligation to service that we so deeply admire.  It would be less than truthful, however,  if we said we weren't relieved. 

We hate him at times. 

But now is not the venue for an in-depth review of his shortcomings, nor is it the time to question how he got the job in the first place. 

We choose, instead, to recognize that our individual failings were created of our own free will and were -- in no way -- our father's fault. 

Now is the time to celebrate our father - a man whom, by all rights, should be revered for his pivotal role in each and every one of our lives. A man whom, without which, we'd suffer from significant want of life had he not arrived at the precise time he did. 

That feat alone we should appreciate.

While we could conjure hundreds of imaginary, hilarious, cartoon characters who could have done better in 'Fantasyland', we'd like to take this moment to recognize our one and true real father, who is about as good as it gets here in on Planet Earth. 

So, raise a glass to father.  

We expect great things from him in the future.

The Blast from a Past

 I didn't have enough to do back then.

An apology for crossing the line

Please accept my formal, official and genuine apology for the egregious line-crossing on a mid-October evening in the Year of Russell Wilson; the occurrence of which might have ruffled the feathers of millions, provoked enough askance glances to send the NASDAQ into bear territory, or raised eyebrows such that trans divas in every hemisphere would collapse to their knees. 

I throw myself on the mercy of the officiators, their delegates, and their heirs. 

Please forgive me. I will do everything in my power to make amends.

I will kill for you, if that's what it takes. 

I will subvert.

I will oppress.

You name it, I'll do it.

I love you as much as I love life. You and my life are one, the both, the many. 

You and my life are a Holy Trinity of two things, plus something else to be named later.

Shh... don't mention things that humans use to make more humans... shh