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My friend Norm sometimes refers to himself as 'Eye of the Norm' when interviewed. I had surmised, I believe correctly, the self-reference to be his own way of branding his calm, intellectual, deeply felt, albeit dispassionately expressed, personal views on issues such as 'the political and moral problems raised by the Holocaust'.
When wifey and I lived in the Tampa Bay region of Florida, we experienced more than our fair share of hurricanes. To the cognoscenti, there is nothing quite as terrifying as the calm when the eye of the storm passes. It is like, I presume, the breath-holding moment in the corner before the weary boxer is called back for the round when the knockout might be delivered.
In today's subject post, the Eye of the Norm has passed. In a welcome expression of indignation at the weasel wording emanating from those guardians of bullshit, one begins to see what may lie beyond the calm of the Eye. It would be presumptuous of me to offer value-added word-smithing. But I can't resist mentioning my own personal preference for the very last word in today's subject post. As my Mom would say on extremely rare occasion: 'Shit is shit!'
My friend Norm sometimes refers to himself as 'Eye of the Norm' when interviewed. I had surmised, I believe correctly, the self-reference to be his own way of branding his calm, intellectual, deeply felt, albeit dispassionately expressed, personal views on issues such as 'the political and moral problems raised by the Holocaust'.
When wifey and I lived in the Tampa Bay region of Florida, we experienced more than our fair share of hurricanes. To the cognoscenti, there is nothing quite as terrifying as the calm when the eye of the storm passes. It is like, I presume, the breath-holding moment in the corner before the weary boxer is called back for the round when the knockout might be delivered.
In today's subject post, the Eye of the Norm has passed. In a welcome expression of indignation at the weasel wording emanating from those guardians of bullshit, one begins to see what may lie beyond the calm of the Eye. It would be presumptuous of me to offer value-added word-smithing. But I can't resist mentioning my own personal preference for the very last word in today's subject post. As my Mom would say on extremely rare occasion: 'Shit is shit!'
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