Richard Hawley

This post may be a bit overwhelming for those who are still soundly asleep in a world of make-believe and television and who don't want to hear how I, speaking as someone who is not a delusional, ribald grifter, find Craig's failed attempts to cause (or at least contribute to) a variety of social ills mildly amusing. So let's begin, quite properly, with a brief look at the historical development of the problem, of its attempted solutions, and of the eternal argument about it. Prudence is no vice. Cowardice—especially Craig's hopeless form of it—is. Craig is always demanding money, sympathy, and the punishment of his nemeses. Now that's a rather crude and simplistic statement, and in many cases it may not even be literally true. But there is a sense in which it is generally true, a sense in which it indisputably expresses how I can't follow Craig's pretzel logic. I do, however, know that the facts as I see them simply do not support the false but widely accepted notion that we should derive moral guidance from his glitzy, multi-culti, hip-hop, consumption-oriented machinations. The recent outrage at Craig's communiqués may point to a brighter future. For now, however, I must leave you knowing that he has abandoned ethics altogether.

I don't pretend to understand any of that
, but if I'd known all you had to do to get your own thread round here was to be a complete bastard I'd have done it years ago

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& stay awhile.
We can close our eyes, Love
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Craig?

He's not big and he's not clever.


Errr, hang on....

he can't be talking about our Craig, he's been far too polite, I think its this fella....

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I saw an elsebound train, on the overpass
In the driving rain, every ticket costs the same
For where you can't go
Mustang horses, champagne glasses
Anything frail anything wild
It's the price of living motion, what's beautiful is broken
And grace is just the measure of a fall.

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I'd rather have a mind opened by wonder than one closed by faith.