Where had I seen this movie before? Or was it a book? Maybe even a history book. But this story was blurred and not instantly knowable.
There I was election night in the bar at Jimmy’s downtown, trying to make sense of what I now knew (finally) to be true: that Aspen is a one-party town and that you bucked the Politboro at your own peril.
Where had I seen this before? Of course: Communism, Kafka, cockroaches, and “The Unbearable Lightness of Being.” Or Kim Jong Il or Lenin or any previously revolutionary movement that coalesces around the idea of power in a single, invincible party.
The Baathists of Saddam Hussein, you say? Not a bad historical analogy if you prune away the murders and mutilation. A single party controlling the dialogue and stamping out dissent and owning the media outright. You run against the party in power at the risk of your own life. Totalitarianism requires total submission. Live free or die is for another state of mind.
Ask Rick Magnuson. He stuck his neck out in the ultimately hopeless race against Pitkin County Sheriff Bob Braudis, the incumbent sargeant-at-arms for the Bath party, and he paid for it with his reputation. The state-controlled media rose up against him. The grinding party apparatus wore him down like a drone in “One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich.” The single-party system crushed him like a bug until his scuttling claws grew silent.
Or consider Rachel Richards and her victory in the Pitkin County Commissioner’s race against Jim True—was there ever a more beautifully ironic name for a candidate running against the Bathists? She, too, is a Bathist, moving from seat to seat, always running with the blessing and support of the iconic Mick Ireland, the Lenin of Aspen who brooks no dissent.
Communism? Of course. For what else can you call a movement that spends $35 million for Burlingame to afford you and other proles a hearth and home? There is no other possible way to describe a movement that will buy a movie theater for the people, or a weight room, or the Marxist dream vehicle, the Hybrid bus.
“[Magnuson] brought up issues without any factual basis,” Braudis told the Aspen Times while denying any need for change in his totalitarian regime. “Rick would have done himself credit by backing off on fictional statistics.”
In the one-party Bathist state there is no need to ka-ching with facts: the Sheriff was never once able to dispute anything his challenger said with actual factual data. In the one-party state, there is no need for facts, because the state produces the facts as needed. Power is the only fact that matters, and the people in such an election vote the way the state wants the election to go. There was never a better candidate in an election that Saddam Hussein in Iraq before his statue fell on its keister in Bagdhad.
No matter. Short of an armed invasion greeted as liberation, the state of Aspen is safe in the one-party state. To see it otherwise is to deny reality. To see it as anything but truth itself is to believe that we actually live in a democracy.
The only difference between Aspen/Pitkin and other socialist regimes is that they have almost unlimited money to spend on whatever wacked out social theory is popular for that decade. For example, If they really wanted to help stop global warming they’d get rid of the Aspen traffic jam. Instead, the Canary ‘crats worry about recyled paper and harass city employees about how they travel, and people like Ireland make us endure extra HOV highway lanes that cost a fortune to build and make no difference. That’s proof that Aspen is a case of the inmates controlling the asylum. Pitkin county follows along. Mike, you moved to a totally insane weird place, I’m glad you’re eyes are open. If we could only have a little pragmatism here. Aspen/Pitkin has so much money, they could do so much good with it. Instead they buy movie theatres.
Someone told me the other day that the city/country could easily take a chunk of change and give a yearly subsidy to anyone driving a small high-mileage vehicle in the county, thus making a huge difference in so many ways. Instead we get half filled buses occasionally heading up and down the valley, mostly supplying workers for the Aspen cash machine. It’s all about government control and whim, not what works.
The only difference between Aspen/Pitkin and other socialist regimes is that they have almost unlimited money to spend on whatever wacked out social theory is popular for that decade. For example, If they really wanted to help stop global warming they’d get rid of the Aspen traffic jam. Instead, the Canary ‘crats worry about recyled paper and harass city employees about how they travel, and people like Ireland make us endure extra HOV highway lanes that cost a fortune to build and make no difference. That’s proof that Aspen is a case of the inmates controlling the asylum. Pitkin county follows along. Mike, you moved to a totally insane weird place, I’m glad you’re eyes are open. If we could only have a little pragmatism here. Aspen/Pitkin has so much money, they could do so much good with it. Instead they buy movie theatres.
Someone told me the other day that the city/country could easily take a chunk of change and give a yearly subsidy to anyone driving a small high-mileage vehicle in the county, thus making a huge difference in so many ways. Instead we get half filled buses occasionally heading up and down the valley, mostly supplying workers for the Aspen cash machine. It’s all about government control and whim, not what works.
///”[Magnuson] brought up issues without any factual basis,” Braudis told the Aspen Times while denying any need for change in his totalitarian regime. “Rick would have done himself credit by backing off on fictional statistics.”///
The first Braudis quote in that article reads: “I felt a healthy level of competition. I never viewed Rick’s challenge as a slam-dunk. Having an opponent generated a lot of juice and enthusiasm that I haven’t been able to savor for 20 years. The contest gave me a chance to educate and be educated.”
///”[Magnuson] brought up issues without any factual basis,” Braudis told the Aspen Times while denying any need for change in his totalitarian regime. “Rick would have done himself credit by backing off on fictional statistics.”///
The first Braudis quote in that article reads: “I felt a healthy level of competition. I never viewed Rick’s challenge as a slam-dunk. Having an opponent generated a lot of juice and enthusiasm that I haven’t been able to savor for 20 years. The contest gave me a chance to educate and be educated.”
From Walter Paepcke to Walter Isaacson, and all of the other greater thinkers in between, we country bumpkins in Pitkin County should be so lucky that we have the Con Boy to set us straight.
Let’s rename the Aspen Institute the Con Boy Institute, and Paepcke Park can be named Conniff Park.
We should all take a moment to pause today and reflect, for without the Con Boy we would be lost in our old ways of thinking, lacking any direction, insight or thought.
Thanks Con Boy, for letting us see the light.
From Walter Paepcke to Walter Isaacson, and all of the other greater thinkers in between, we country bumpkins in Pitkin County should be so lucky that we have the Con Boy to set us straight.
Let’s rename the Aspen Institute the Con Boy Institute, and Paepcke Park can be named Conniff Park.
We should all take a moment to pause today and reflect, for without the Con Boy we would be lost in our old ways of thinking, lacking any direction, insight or thought.
Thanks Con Boy, for letting us see the light.
Many will disagree, but this country needs more socialism, but not higher taxes. Economists long ago were able to figure that the key to government spending and taxation policies is dominated by what the money is spent on and where the money comes from. Steeply progressive taxes spent on mass transit, universal health care, education, public funding of elections, and environmental protection produce the best results. Disagree? Give one example of some country where there are no taxes and has a great quality of life. Take a look at all those red states. Almost all of them on the federal dole, taking from the blue states. If Texas didn’t have fossil fuel money, it would be just another dirt dumb Southern excrement hole. I don’t think red states should be allowed to accept federal money.
People who think no taxes are the way to go, should be given visas and invited to live in Somalia or Sudan. This knee jerk complaint is the seed of poison that corroded the civic work of the wealthy Romans. This corrosive rot, descended from civic work being a privilege and honor and competed for, responsibility, obligation, something to complain about, and finally avoided. Check the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, Edward Gibbon.
Any one can see that straight up communism cannot exist in a society with specialised labor and capacity for the storage of wealth. Pure communism has not existed in any society above subsistence, possibly ever, but certainly not in the last 7,000 years. Early Christian communities, under the thumb of the Roman Empire, were very close, in that people really lived as though they were their brother’s keepers, and loved their neighbors. Amish communities are the closest today, in this country, and much admired by me for this. These concepts are totally corrupted, by modern revisions and rationalisations, of evangelist salesmen, leading the Taliban Christianites.
I would rather have a movie theatre, than a new prison, housing pot smokers or law enforcement going after them. I would rather have filled buses, telecommuting or other alternatives to polluting and time wasting traffic jams. I would rather have employee housing, than have yet another reason to suck middle east oil in a knee high position, as these prospective workers drive back and forth on expanded highways.
Rick Magnuson is to be commended, for throwing his hat in the ring. This takes guts and a commitment to civil service that few will ever truly comprehend. The state of Pitkin County did not justify voting Sheriff Bob Braudis out of office. I did vote for Braudis, not against Magnuson. I hope Bob Braudis will, when he retires, endorse Rick Magnuson, if Magnuson chooses to run again.
Keep in mind, this is what your taxes also pay for. I understand. Many do disagree. Those who do, I invite to leave and move to those countries where there are no taxes.
Many will disagree, but this country needs more socialism, but not higher taxes. Economists long ago were able to figure that the key to government spending and taxation policies is dominated by what the money is spent on and where the money comes from. Steeply progressive taxes spent on mass transit, universal health care, education, public funding of elections, and environmental protection produce the best results. Disagree? Give one example of some country where there are no taxes and has a great quality of life. Take a look at all those red states. Almost all of them on the federal dole, taking from the blue states. If Texas didn’t have fossil fuel money, it would be just another dirt dumb Southern excrement hole. I don’t think red states should be allowed to accept federal money.
People who think no taxes are the way to go, should be given visas and invited to live in Somalia or Sudan. This knee jerk complaint is the seed of poison that corroded the civic work of the wealthy Romans. This corrosive rot, descended from civic work being a privilege and honor and competed for, responsibility, obligation, something to complain about, and finally avoided. Check the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, Edward Gibbon.
Any one can see that straight up communism cannot exist in a society with specialised labor and capacity for the storage of wealth. Pure communism has not existed in any society above subsistence, possibly ever, but certainly not in the last 7,000 years. Early Christian communities, under the thumb of the Roman Empire, were very close, in that people really lived as though they were their brother’s keepers, and loved their neighbors. Amish communities are the closest today, in this country, and much admired by me for this. These concepts are totally corrupted, by modern revisions and rationalisations, of evangelist salesmen, leading the Taliban Christianites.
I would rather have a movie theatre, than a new prison, housing pot smokers or law enforcement going after them. I would rather have filled buses, telecommuting or other alternatives to polluting and time wasting traffic jams. I would rather have employee housing, than have yet another reason to suck middle east oil in a knee high position, as these prospective workers drive back and forth on expanded highways.
Rick Magnuson is to be commended, for throwing his hat in the ring. This takes guts and a commitment to civil service that few will ever truly comprehend. The state of Pitkin County did not justify voting Sheriff Bob Braudis out of office. I did vote for Braudis, not against Magnuson. I hope Bob Braudis will, when he retires, endorse Rick Magnuson, if Magnuson chooses to run again.
Keep in mind, this is what your taxes also pay for. I understand. Many do disagree. Those who do, I invite to leave and move to those countries where there are no taxes.
The Con Boy and Michael B. should be proud of themselves for their role in the sheriff’s race. They both brought up excellent points, nevermind an onslaught of righteous indignation; and judging by the outcome of the sheriff’s race, both the Con Boy and Michael B. were very influential.
Michael B., however, has written me several nasty personal e-mails. He even has proposed having coffee with me. Me thinks he may be another Ted Haggard in disguise, as Michael B. hints that he may even take a whiff of the THC on ocassion. I wonder if tooting crystal meth and giving back massages also are part of his dark side.
The Con Boy, meanwhile, has another four years to pound the drum to oust Braudis. We can only think that if he continues, the Con Boy might influence the next election so much that Braudis’ challenge may muster up to 18 percent of the vote.
The Con Boy’s act is growing old; he’ll fade in the wind like his blogger buddy Andrew Kole. Indeed, misery does love company.
Well done, boys. The community of Pitkin County thanks you all.
DV
The Con Boy and Michael B. should be proud of themselves for their role in the sheriff’s race. They both brought up excellent points, nevermind an onslaught of righteous indignation; and judging by the outcome of the sheriff’s race, both the Con Boy and Michael B. were very influential.
Michael B., however, has written me several nasty personal e-mails. He even has proposed having coffee with me. Me thinks he may be another Ted Haggard in disguise, as Michael B. hints that he may even take a whiff of the THC on ocassion. I wonder if tooting crystal meth and giving back massages also are part of his dark side.
The Con Boy, meanwhile, has another four years to pound the drum to oust Braudis. We can only think that if he continues, the Con Boy might influence the next election so much that Braudis’ challenge may muster up to 18 percent of the vote.
The Con Boy’s act is growing old; he’ll fade in the wind like his blogger buddy Andrew Kole. Indeed, misery does love company.
Well done, boys. The community of Pitkin County thanks you all.
DV
You, Darth Vader, are obviously a dark person who brings that darkness to Aspen Post despite whatever light you might see here. You also have tried relentlessly to make everything personal with everyone while hiding behind your dark mask. Personal is not the point here on this blog, in case you haven’t noticed.
What your bringing to the table right now would not even make a full meal at McDonald’s–let alone Zele’s, your preferred place to skulk in darkness. And the tissue of your anonymity has already been pierced, by the way, by you know who.
My guess is that you have a lot more offer than what you’re giving us now: imperfect knowledge of an imperfect world. If you just want to criticize people indiscriminately, my advice is to do it among your people at the Aspen Times or Aspen Daily News. But beware: they might require you to show your face, and that could get ugly.
Your act is growing old and tedious. It might be time to get a life. Why not become a real blogger and back up what you say with your name?
Love, Con Man!
You, Darth Vader, are obviously a dark person who brings that darkness to Aspen Post despite whatever light you might see here. You also have tried relentlessly to make everything personal with everyone while hiding behind your dark mask. Personal is not the point here on this blog, in case you haven’t noticed.
What your bringing to the table right now would not even make a full meal at McDonald’s–let alone Zele’s, your preferred place to skulk in darkness. And the tissue of your anonymity has already been pierced, by the way, by you know who.
My guess is that you have a lot more offer than what you’re giving us now: imperfect knowledge of an imperfect world. If you just want to criticize people indiscriminately, my advice is to do it among your people at the Aspen Times or Aspen Daily News. But beware: they might require you to show your face, and that could get ugly.
Your act is growing old and tedious. It might be time to get a life. Why not become a real blogger and back up what you say with your name?
Love, Con Man!
Huh? What on Earth are you talking about, Michael? You’re writing some really personal about how people shouldn’t get personal?
By the way, I couldn’t figure out last night while watching GrassRoots who was more bitter and angry – you or Shellie. But in the end, I determined you were way more bitter and angry.
Also – I see your impact was so great the Aspen Times didn’t care enough to name you on the front page. I guess it’s official – no one cares about you.
If the Con Man talks on the radio and no one listens or cares (as we can see by Rick Magnuson’s three votes), does he make a sound? Apparently not!
Huh? What on Earth are you talking about, Michael? You’re writing some really personal about how people shouldn’t get personal?
By the way, I couldn’t figure out last night while watching GrassRoots who was more bitter and angry – you or Shellie. But in the end, I determined you were way more bitter and angry.
Also – I see your impact was so great the Aspen Times didn’t care enough to name you on the front page. I guess it’s official – no one cares about you.
If the Con Man talks on the radio and no one listens or cares (as we can see by Rick Magnuson’s three votes), does he make a sound? Apparently not!
Aspen’s Vast Hipster Conspiracy. The Lurking Menace of Coolness. The Neat Guys are gonna getcha. And now, holy shit, Baathists?
Poor kid, did the elected public officials hurt you?
This closes the book on The Con Man’s case. Whatever merit the discussion on our Sheriff might have had just left for the paranoia ward wrapped in the folds of Conniff’s straightjacket. I wouldn’t hire him to write a prescription for his own Adderol.
Con Man hates Aspenites. Can’t stand ‘em. Got it. Michael Conniff is deeply critical of “the Aspen lifestyle,” as he has said. This pettiness is nothing new and Aspenites are infuriatingly oblivious to it.
Remember when Con Man wrote to support Burlingame during his Aspen Daily News tenure? Now it’s a communist plot. Conniff frames his electoral frustrations in sidelong references to Saddam’s “murders and mutilation.” That’s crossing the line.
Oh, it’s personal, all right, with that sort of passive-aggressive smear, and here’s Conniff ducking into a spider hole of journalistic impunity when it suits. Conniff flings crap where he hopes it sticks. He thinks of it as a conversation opener. When I heard about this forum, I thought it would be a good idea, but Con Man turned his own blog into a toilet.
Wake me up when the slandering and lying stops and Conniff gets proof for his many circumstantial allegations. Or when his evidence doesn’t fall apart like a Jenga tower.
Aspen has always been an open-air asylum, thank God. Why struggle?
After this latest post, The Con Man, so aptly self-named, would have no credibility if he told us to have a nice day.
Aspen’s Vast Hipster Conspiracy. The Lurking Menace of Coolness. The Neat Guys are gonna getcha. And now, holy shit, Baathists?
Poor kid, did the elected public officials hurt you?
This closes the book on The Con Man’s case. Whatever merit the discussion on our Sheriff might have had just left for the paranoia ward wrapped in the folds of Conniff’s straightjacket. I wouldn’t hire him to write a prescription for his own Adderol.
Con Man hates Aspenites. Can’t stand ‘em. Got it. Michael Conniff is deeply critical of “the Aspen lifestyle,” as he has said. This pettiness is nothing new and Aspenites are infuriatingly oblivious to it.
Remember when Con Man wrote to support Burlingame during his Aspen Daily News tenure? Now it’s a communist plot. Conniff frames his electoral frustrations in sidelong references to Saddam’s “murders and mutilation.” That’s crossing the line.
Oh, it’s personal, all right, with that sort of passive-aggressive smear, and here’s Conniff ducking into a spider hole of journalistic impunity when it suits. Conniff flings crap where he hopes it sticks. He thinks of it as a conversation opener. When I heard about this forum, I thought it would be a good idea, but Con Man turned his own blog into a toilet.
Wake me up when the slandering and lying stops and Conniff gets proof for his many circumstantial allegations. Or when his evidence doesn’t fall apart like a Jenga tower.
Aspen has always been an open-air asylum, thank God. Why struggle?
After this latest post, The Con Man, so aptly self-named, would have no credibility if he told us to have a nice day.
Now, now, my dear Con Boy. No need to get hysterical. You remind me of Hitler when the walls were closing in; or more more recently, Saddam when he learned he’d be swinging in the wind.
Relax, Con Boy. Take a deep breath and enjoy the Aspen air. You might like it if you don’t let yourself get in the way.
DV
Now, now, my dear Con Boy. No need to get hysterical. You remind me of Hitler when the walls were closing in; or more more recently, Saddam when he learned he’d be swinging in the wind.
Relax, Con Boy. Take a deep breath and enjoy the Aspen air. You might like it if you don’t let yourself get in the way.
DV
Pastor:
Many are the uses of irony. You missed them all. Read it again and you might find some meaning that you missed the first time around.
Bless you.
Best, Con Man!
PS Hmmmm…. Darth Vader… Yoda… “Star Wars”… Confused, I am. Connected at the hip by their hipness, they are.
Pastor:
Many are the uses of irony. You missed them all. Read it again and you might find some meaning that you missed the first time around.
Bless you.
Best, Con Man!
PS Hmmmm…. Darth Vader… Yoda… “Star Wars”… Confused, I am. Connected at the hip by their hipness, they are.
The thing about humor is that it pretty much has to be funny.
Buh-zing!
The thing about humor is that it pretty much has to be funny.
Buh-zing!
Ahhh, the Con Boy has spoken. We should all listen, for he knows everything about everyone. Con Boy, the master of irony, the chairman of wit, the dean of bullshit on a stick.
He calls himself the Con Man, but we know he is not manly. Hence, I shall call you Con Boy for now on.
Ahhh, the Con Boy has spoken. We should all listen, for he knows everything about everyone. Con Boy, the master of irony, the chairman of wit, the dean of bullshit on a stick.
He calls himself the Con Man, but we know he is not manly. Hence, I shall call you Con Boy for now on.
Pastor:
The thing about irony is it doesn’t have to be funny. It only has to be ironic.
Pastor:
The thing about irony is it doesn’t have to be funny. It only has to be ironic.
“Michael B., however, has written me several nasty personal e-mails. He even has proposed having coffee with me. Me thinks he may be another Ted Haggard in disguise,”
I wanted to publish my *one* personal email in full (I also emailed Wharf Rat and Lost Sailor, as we live in a small town and I thought one-on-one dialog is good…you can get peoples’ emails in the comments section) so people can judge for themselves whether it was nasty–or if I really was looking for a massage.
These are straight from my Gmail account. I just want to debunk a tendency of people on this board to claim things without a trace of substantiation.
First off, I emailed based on Darth Vader’s highly substantive and…hmmmm…un-nasty? post on the board:
“”To Michael B.
Waah, waah, waah, waah, waah, waah, waah.
Your are an intellecutal poser who needs to get high.
DV”
So ‘DV’ implied I’m a baby, an intellectual poser, and that I need to get high (who is offering drugs here?)? I have to admit I was a little upset, but I tried for some humor.
Here is my first reply:
“Sweeeeeeet comment.
PS-I’m pro 44, brah.”
I’ve said many times on the board I’m pro-44. So were Braudis and Magnuson.
Then, after another yet unsubstantive post on this board from DV (itself even worse than the wah wah one), I sent another email. I have to admit I was frustrated, particularly about DV’s ‘bravery’ in posting a lot of (what I would call nasty &) ‘casting stone’ emails but anonymously, when many of us put our names on here and stand up for what we write.
“Read my additional reply on Aspen Post.
Email me with your name. Stand behind your comments. Stand up for yourself.
I’m always game to discuss things further. I bet you’ll find we share more in common than differences.
I’m sure deep down you are a good person. I’m tired of arguing with people that I probably share 99% of philosophies with…after all, weare both Aspenites, probably liberals, and Americans.
Either way, would love to talk.”
I’ll let you guys judge. Which is nasty:
A. “wah wah wah…you are an intellectual poser who needs to get high.”
B. “Stand behind your comments…I’m always game to discuss things further. I bet you’ll find we share more in common than differences…I’m sure deep down you are a good person….Either way, would love to talk.”
Anyway, if you want real proof of this (doubt anyone does), I can forward you the verified and time-stamped full (one-way) correspondence from my Gmail.
Either way, I’m probably not going to post on this anymore, as I’m tired of this type of dialogue. It’s juvenile (so says the poseur). I’m going to instead savor the victory yesterday, catch up on some work, and pray for snow.
Can I hear a “wah wah”???
“Michael B., however, has written me several nasty personal e-mails. He even has proposed having coffee with me. Me thinks he may be another Ted Haggard in disguise,”
I wanted to publish my *one* personal email in full (I also emailed Wharf Rat and Lost Sailor, as we live in a small town and I thought one-on-one dialog is good…you can get peoples’ emails in the comments section) so people can judge for themselves whether it was nasty–or if I really was looking for a massage.
These are straight from my Gmail account. I just want to debunk a tendency of people on this board to claim things without a trace of substantiation.
First off, I emailed based on Darth Vader’s highly substantive and…hmmmm…un-nasty? post on the board:
“”To Michael B.
Waah, waah, waah, waah, waah, waah, waah.
Your are an intellecutal poser who needs to get high.
DV”
So ‘DV’ implied I’m a baby, an intellectual poser, and that I need to get high (who is offering drugs here?)? I have to admit I was a little upset, but I tried for some humor.
Here is my first reply:
“Sweeeeeeet comment.
PS-I’m pro 44, brah.”
I’ve said many times on the board I’m pro-44. So were Braudis and Magnuson.
Then, after another yet unsubstantive post on this board from DV (itself even worse than the wah wah one), I sent another email. I have to admit I was frustrated, particularly about DV’s ‘bravery’ in posting a lot of (what I would call nasty &) ‘casting stone’ emails but anonymously, when many of us put our names on here and stand up for what we write.
“Read my additional reply on Aspen Post.
Email me with your name. Stand behind your comments. Stand up for yourself.
I’m always game to discuss things further. I bet you’ll find we share more in common than differences.
I’m sure deep down you are a good person. I’m tired of arguing with people that I probably share 99% of philosophies with…after all, weare both Aspenites, probably liberals, and Americans.
Either way, would love to talk.”
I’ll let you guys judge. Which is nasty:
A. “wah wah wah…you are an intellectual poser who needs to get high.”
B. “Stand behind your comments…I’m always game to discuss things further. I bet you’ll find we share more in common than differences…I’m sure deep down you are a good person….Either way, would love to talk.”
Anyway, if you want real proof of this (doubt anyone does), I can forward you the verified and time-stamped full (one-way) correspondence from my Gmail.
Either way, I’m probably not going to post on this anymore, as I’m tired of this type of dialogue. It’s juvenile (so says the poseur). I’m going to instead savor the victory yesterday, catch up on some work, and pray for snow.
Can I hear a “wah wah”???
I received a personal e-mail from Michael B. and it was very curteous and professional. Feel free to e-mail me any time. I sincerely hope that you will continue your substantive and thoughtful posts, Michael–we may not agree on everything, but your perspective is certainly appreciated. Stick with it. The petty name-calling will eventually subside, as that type of exercise eventually becomes quite boring for the author.
I received a personal e-mail from Michael B. and it was very curteous and professional. Feel free to e-mail me any time. I sincerely hope that you will continue your substantive and thoughtful posts, Michael–we may not agree on everything, but your perspective is certainly appreciated. Stick with it. The petty name-calling will eventually subside, as that type of exercise eventually becomes quite boring for the author.
hey, wasn’t this blog about the Pitkin Baathist Party? not to be confused with the “Woody-Creekocracy” although they sometimes get together and talk late at night when no one is around.
with apologies to Bill Maher, NEW RULE:
You simply cannot tell your little “I knew Hunter…” stories with out first being asked.”
‘nother NEW RULE: don’t ask!
huntercreek
hey, wasn’t this blog about the Pitkin Baathist Party? not to be confused with the “Woody-Creekocracy” although they sometimes get together and talk late at night when no one is around.
with apologies to Bill Maher, NEW RULE:
You simply cannot tell your little “I knew Hunter…” stories with out first being asked.”
‘nother NEW RULE: don’t ask!
huntercreek