Part IV: The Silence of the Trolls. It’s a sad day for our little Troll; her favorite playground is now off limits. But she only has herself to blame. If only she was capable of writing something, anything, with substance–she could have played with us some more. Alas, all her addled brain could come...

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Part III: The Taming of the Troll. Okay, maybe playing with the Troll is a bad idea, but here we go again. I actually got her to respond to Pet Troll Part II with a bit more than her usual incoherent grunts. Just to fill you in, my last line was: “…I think you...

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Our Very Own Pet Troll. I wasn’t going to respond to our pet Troll, but what the heck. You can see the comment IT left to my post here. I felt compelled to post it here since I know IT won’t go back to check responses; like a dog won’t crap in the same...

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An Ingrate Writes. My buddy Charlie received this e-mail in response to one of his mass e-mail forwards; the one in question being pictures of all the graves in France with captions of how many died at each site. It ends with a call to boycott France. Here’s his letter: Charlie, I have to...

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An Heterophibic Anecdote. Looks like Fire unleashed a maelstrom with his article On Heterophobia—Good. Let’s talk a bit about tolerance, or rather a personal experience with so-called tolerant gays. It happened about 17 years ago in San Francisco when my girlfriend and I, and another couple were visiting the city for an afternoon of...

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Coach’s Maxims. [This is a poem by Robert Hall. It’s about Coach John Wooden of UCLA Basketball fame--a truly amazing man whose one of many books Robert recommended as a primer titled simply, “Wooden”. I’ll report back later after I read it, I promise. Oh yah, I promised a plug for Robert’s art site,...

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