Eats a bowler pair.
Into the Arctic he falls.
His dying wish,
As he passes a fish:
"Have better luck with my balls."
Maybe I'm putting too fine a point on it, but it just seems like a right jolly truckload of egocentricity on display in your responses.
Things are completely different today in so many ways.
I wasn't concerned with it when I was reading your JE.
Wasn't about you.
But go ahead, tell us how this site is all overrun by "leftist fascists". Tell me enough times and I might even tell you where the next reptoid meeting is.
Possibly you could explain how you thought the scope of my verses was limited to
I very much had the Agenda 21 Aristocracy in mind while considering the rhymes.
Verbally hurl stones & sticks
But my old diesel's paid & plucky
Does the job while economy sucky
Guess they'll have to pass a law
Prying key from cold, dead paw
Don't need green overlords smug
Bossing about as the fascist thug
The task, then, is to implement something that can operate around 80% of the way there, most of the time.
Note that I'm not accusing our market of functioning properly.