No need to back out. I just find it funny that a newspaper that got taken over by their competitor and then was not run well by that competitor in a very bleak market for print journalism being bought by the wealthiest family on the state with the stated aim to keep an independent voice instantly leads you to the conclusion that it's being done as a way to squash stories about Reid.
That's funny to me. I have no idea if it's true or not. I have no way to know. But you have been part of the British Royal family, been high up in the church. You've studied physics at a high level, the environment. You've done in depth studies on the effects of marijuana. You're a farmer. You have created the longest thread in the history of jazzfanz. So if anyone knows or could find out I'm sure that person is you.
Believe me, I have as much fun with all this as you do, and I honor your wit and humor. That's about all we really have left, or ever had, that can enable us to grin and bear it.
I started out pretty well convinced I knew nothing, and I early on adopted a philosophy that you can't really know it all unless you do know it all, because it's the one thing you might not understand that could reverse the sense of everything else you think you know.
That is still my fundamental belief system.
But I enjoy the challenge of marching out the information for all it's worth and seeing if it can walk, talk, and live up to the measure of truth.
A farmer who will listen to others, and learn everything he can from everyone, is gonna get pretty damn informed.
I shined the boots of corporate billionaires and church leaders, and I saw what they did, and I listened to their talk. I gotta be at least as informed as Obama. My family pretensions of royalty could be laughable, I suppose. Probably every royal stud did a few milkmaids, and by the laws of statistics it's virtually certain that you are also descended from some royal or another.
If anything, the reason the British Royalty has survived to this date is precisely because they knew what boots to polish, and who to listen to. Gotta be pretty smart to dance the dance on the world stage.
I was a student of one Nobel scientist, and an employee of one who received the Priestly medal, and the heads of three different departments of the University of Utah School of Medicine. It took a young ambitious scientist to tell me I needed to go out into the private sector where I could earn better money. So I did, but really I've never cared enough to succeed in business. I worked for one billionaire industrialist, saw him tap on his government connections to get the BLM to flag his own company with a billion dollar lawsuit, after which he deftly stopped paying his bills including $100M in junk bonds, and took the company into bankruptcy. The judge ordered the operation sold at auction in New York, but there were no serious bidders. At the last minute, my billionaire boss stepped in and placed a bid for his own company of $20M, and the Judge sold it back to him. The creditors, holding notes or accounts billed at around $150M, let it go for $20M. Not long after, the BLM lost interest in prosecuting the billion dollar claim, as well. So then I was working for a different company, but the same man.
This is the sort of thing I expect from a Donald Trump. Nothing different from at least Hillary for sure.
So anyway, that's when I bought the farm and hung up my shingle over the Bonneville cave, the guru of the salt flats.