This morning I broke a vow and in a weak moment posted an entry regarding politics because it came to mind that I must vote tomorrow and that was on my mind.
Some things are more important, and some are controversial, and some really don’t matter much at all to anyone but me. But political opinion is warm soda poured on ice, and I’m just not in the mood, nor rarely am I ever, to fizz and make a mess so the sponge of a delete button has cleared it all away.
Perhaps only a few early morning Googlers searching for the swimmer got a view into my mind that’s rarely shared. A post that included the names of Hitler, Saddam Hussein, Abou Ben Adem, Clinton, and Jesus Christ is not Spinning’s style or place to be.
I’ll speak of life and trees and people who will never make the headlines, and try to make them as interesting as I can. The others have been stuffed inside a meeting room, and though not a likely situation I must admit I’d love to be there too.
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