Looking at the photo of the Prez and techowiz ubergeniuses, I got to thinking.
Yeah, this ol' boy, who still holds a grudge against NASCAR for the death of Adam Petty, has a brain cell or two not attached to the artificial byproducts of living the life of chemically-flavoured convenience food and drink.
Why wasn't Bill Gates in the room?
Could this be the reason?
Life is an ad sponsored by venture capitalists.
It also pays to know who contributes to the party in power.
Will I live to see the end of party politics?
If the people stand up for themselves and tell overpaid CEOs that their moneygrubbing ways are over, would that make unionising more profitable despite cheap labour driving down workers' wages worldwide?
Where is the bottom?
Where is the top?
It's midnight and a full moon is out. The King Tide is calling somewhere.
Time to clean the wax off this philosophical surfboard and call the Sandman for some shuteye.
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