Saying it Like

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In Those Days, my mother had six children (not all at the same time), and I was the oldest male. While living near the base of the Catskill Mountains, we owned a pitch fork. Not the kind that were used to load hay, but the shorter handled spade type that were used to dig through heavy clay in the garden. One day, when my next younger sister was about 3, she ran the pitch fork right through her foot, pinning it to the wooden patio deck.

Now, that I've got your attention, I want you all to know that it seems I have received some "off the record" comments sent directly to me by e-mail, most of which were expressing shock and awe about some of my posts. I think they do it because they are afraid to express themselves publicly.

This blog was created to promote discussion and provide a forum to contribute to the Thought Dock. While some of my posts are radical to some, outrageous to others, racist to a few, they have never been made without facts and merit. And in the days to come, stand back, because I'm going to pump things up to the next level.

Now, I encourage comments. Even ones contrary to my posts. Even from ones that don't know me. Even if my post was directed at you. But, it does no good to shout your comments from the darkness of your closet where no one else can hear. Remain anonymous if you want, but make your comments public.

And lastly, if you can not stomach this blog, then go and enroll in and art class and study very hard. Perhaps you'd be more at home painting calming landscapes and wildlife. Or perhaps an abstract of nothing.

As the waters rise beneath the Thought Dock, so I will say it like it is. Stay tuned, or bail out now. It's your choice on this Friday the Thirteenth.
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